[ Is he.. Is he fucking smelling her? What the fuck? Dark, still in the midst of his Mind Palaceβ’, won't be able to see the odd way Lottie's face contorts and shifts as she goes through realization after realization. What.. Is he seeing the same thing she's seeing? What's got him so horny? Her tears?? Does she.. Smell? Does he like that she smells??
And, she smells fine, her perfume still wafting about her, but now she's angry that she's worried about how she looks to Dark when he should be worried about her.
Which, she sniffles, he was, technically, but not in the way she wants him to be. She doesn't need someone ogling her, or shouting about blue dicks (blue balls, even). And somehow, he just gets it β he asks her the one thing she's been waiting for someone, anyone, to say all day and her lips wobble. She gives a watery sigh, her body slouching in defeat. She doesn't know what to say at first, her eyes too busy watering once more. ]
...No. [ She looks up at him, ] No, I'm not okay. I am really, really, upset and angry and I'm sad!
[ (Also, there is a tissue box in the corner, located on top of the desk where the register is.) ]
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And, she smells fine, her perfume still wafting about her, but now she's angry that she's worried about how she looks to Dark when he should be worried about her.
Which, she sniffles, he was, technically, but not in the way she wants him to be. She doesn't need someone ogling her, or shouting about blue dicks (blue balls, even). And somehow, he just gets it β he asks her the one thing she's been waiting for someone, anyone, to say all day and her lips wobble. She gives a watery sigh, her body slouching in defeat. She doesn't know what to say at first, her eyes too busy watering once more. ]
...No. [ She looks up at him, ] No, I'm not okay. I am really, really, upset and angry and I'm sad!
[ (Also, there is a tissue box in the corner, located on top of the desk where the register is.) ]