Hotaru
“If they do, then I want my Attunement revoked,” she jokes through her croaky throat. Really, it’s a fitting punishment for letting her emotions get the best of her and drinking so much in the first place, but it won’t stop her from whining about it. In contrast to Sunjata, Hotaru resolutely refuses to look at him. Sleep-soft and rumpled, she knows it will hurt more in the daylight, without the barrier of drunkenness to ease the sting.
As he follows her lead and also rises (halfway, neither is ready for full movement clearly) Ru huffs a pitiful laugh. If he leaves to his own room, they might as well say their goodbyes now, her traitorous brain whispers. What reason would he have to come back? “My reputation here is already blackened, what would it matter?” Too bitter. She backpedals, biting her cheek. Sunjata still has his own reputation to consider, his own family. It’s not fair to drag him down with her. “Though what you have is undoubtedly better than the spares they keep on hand. Case in point.” She waves her hand in a loose gesture at his sleep pants.
Lifting her legs to wrap her arms loosely around her splayed knees, Ru hangs her throbbing head between them, tilting one cheek onto her thigh. Hiding away from everything and wishing she had been blessed with a hermit crab shift or something similarly helpful. “Where do you think the vomit goes if you puke mid-portal?” she muses childishly into her knee. Distracting away from her own emotions as she has become adept at recently.
As he follows her lead and also rises (halfway, neither is ready for full movement clearly) Ru huffs a pitiful laugh. If he leaves to his own room, they might as well say their goodbyes now, her traitorous brain whispers. What reason would he have to come back? “My reputation here is already blackened, what would it matter?” Too bitter. She backpedals, biting her cheek. Sunjata still has his own reputation to consider, his own family. It’s not fair to drag him down with her. “Though what you have is undoubtedly better than the spares they keep on hand. Case in point.” She waves her hand in a loose gesture at his sleep pants.
Lifting her legs to wrap her arms loosely around her splayed knees, Ru hangs her throbbing head between them, tilting one cheek onto her thigh. Hiding away from everything and wishing she had been blessed with a hermit crab shift or something similarly helpful. “Where do you think the vomit goes if you puke mid-portal?” she muses childishly into her knee. Distracting away from her own emotions as she has become adept at recently.
But I am just a broken machine
And I do things that I don't really mean
And I do things that I don't really mean
