[ Obviously. Lottie smiles, absolutely relieved she isn't in trouble for ghosting him until now. So much so that she taps her foot beneath the table, a burst of energy hitting her because she was worrying over nothing (but also, mildly miffed because did he miss his messy bestie???? She'll figure this out later).
She watches him, examines his usual face of makeup. Counts the little strokes he must've done on his fake eyebrows to make it look so realistic as he mulls over something.. And she continues counting even when he talks, tells her about what he's been doing, his feelings. She gives a hmm in turn, since it's an accurate portrayal of how she feels, too. His probably involved less crying and screaming though, and the thought makes her audibly laugh.
Silco.. Screaming and crying, like he'd ever, right? He's too.. Silco. Composed, level headed. Smart. And with a great memory, apparently β ]
Wow, that was... So long ago!
[ A little over half a year, she thinks. Lottie remembers how hard she tried to get everything together, Misa by her side equally stressing. It was probably the only time she ever really felt useful 'for the cause' and even then, the satisfaction from watching everyone enjoy her work never lasted long. She thinks of how bittersweet it was, filtering through the portraits everyone took through the night, jealous because everyone looked so happy being there fighting for something. How corny, she thought. Now, it's just a little sad. But at least it's over, right?
She gently grasps the straw in her drink, expression a tinge more melancholy now. ]
π₯Ίβ€οΈ
She watches him, examines his usual face of makeup. Counts the little strokes he must've done on his fake eyebrows to make it look so realistic as he mulls over something.. And she continues counting even when he talks, tells her about what he's been doing, his feelings. She gives a hmm in turn, since it's an accurate portrayal of how she feels, too. His probably involved less crying and screaming though, and the thought makes her audibly laugh.
Silco.. Screaming and crying, like he'd ever, right? He's too.. Silco. Composed, level headed. Smart. And with a great memory, apparently β ]
Wow, that was... So long ago!
[ A little over half a year, she thinks. Lottie remembers how hard she tried to get everything together, Misa by her side equally stressing. It was probably the only time she ever really felt useful 'for the cause' and even then, the satisfaction from watching everyone enjoy her work never lasted long. She thinks of how bittersweet it was, filtering through the portraits everyone took through the night, jealous because everyone looked so happy being there fighting for something. How corny, she thought. Now, it's just a little sad. But at least it's over, right?
She gently grasps the straw in her drink, expression a tinge more melancholy now. ]
I'm seriously surprised you even remember that.