[ The question almost pains her more than the unpleasant throb and swell of her finger. There's a reason why Misa and her didn't go for it β it's simply something neither of them considered as an option. Especially for Lottie, who is staring dumbly at the man opposite, taking steps so calm and balanced that she's feeling jealous. God, her head hurts.
It's a long silence, one that she knows is costing them something important like time. They're being poisoned by nature and here she is, thinking about all the stupid things her hair means to her. Stupid things that don't really matter but still make her hesitate, even though she knows she's allergic to nature and it's only speeding up whatever is seeping into her lungs. ]
No..
[ At least he isn't going to kill her, or something. The thought makes her feel less bad about how gross (and worrying?) the cough that bursts from her lips is, ]
No, I β [ 'I like my hair', is right on the tip of her tongue. She feels herself begin to cry, ] I can't. My hand, it's.. I just can't.
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It's a long silence, one that she knows is costing them something important like time. They're being poisoned by nature and here she is, thinking about all the stupid things her hair means to her. Stupid things that don't really matter but still make her hesitate, even though she knows she's allergic to nature and it's only speeding up whatever is seeping into her lungs. ]
No..
[ At least he isn't going to kill her, or something. The thought makes her feel less bad about how gross (and worrying?) the cough that bursts from her lips is, ]
No, I β [ 'I like my hair', is right on the tip of her tongue. She feels herself begin to cry, ] I can't. My hand, it's.. I just can't.