[ Her hand immediately seeks out the back of his shirt, latching onto the fabric as she anxiously takes advantage of the barrier (himself) he so easily offers. Her hair tickles his ear, the back of his neck, from how she tries to lean and look over his shoulder, because as much as she wants to ignore this, she can't. So she forces herself to look, to be thoroughly unnerved as the Lottie clad in pink clutches her jacket around her tighter.
Her twin barely acknowledges Amos until she absolutely has to, shoulders trembling but keeping her gaze locked with Lottie'sβ her brows twisting up and up like she can't believe what she's seeing.
"I don'tβ I was.." she says, warbles out in a way that is clearly meant to start off confident, like she isn't scared, but it peters out. Her confusion and fear seep into her voice almost immediately, remembering the sticky (steadily, drying) feeling of blood on her skin, her shoes, her hands. "A-am I hallucinating? I took my medication.."
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The real Lottie, the one sidled behind Amos, breathes in sharply at that. The sound that teeters into something like peeved, like irritated, before she quickly puts both her hands on his ears in an attempt to muffle his hearing (truth be told she isn't even doing it properly, forgetting to keep pressure there halfway through her rant). Which is silly, it is so very silly of her to try and do this, but in a matter of seconds Lottie isn't thinking anymore. She's acting on instinct, speaking through clenched teeth at a volume Amos can definitely still hear. ]
You're not. Real. You're just a fake who didn't take any medication because you are not real and I don't take medication because I don't need to, obviously?!
[ And her double counters, hurt and anger painted across her face, 'I'm the fake? You're the fakeβ where's Caroline?' She stumbles her way to the wall behind her, sliding her palm across the expanse of it, spreading blood that isn't hers all across it in the hopes of finding a way out. Then, pointedly towards Amos, 'W-who'sβ who even is that guy??' ]
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Her twin barely acknowledges Amos until she absolutely has to, shoulders trembling but keeping her gaze locked with Lottie'sβ her brows twisting up and up like she can't believe what she's seeing.
"I don'tβ I was.." she says, warbles out in a way that is clearly meant to start off confident, like she isn't scared, but it peters out. Her confusion and fear seep into her voice almost immediately, remembering the sticky (steadily, drying) feeling of blood on her skin, her shoes, her hands. "A-am I hallucinating? I took my medication.."
Ohβ
The real Lottie, the one sidled behind Amos, breathes in sharply at that. The sound that teeters into something like peeved, like irritated, before she quickly puts both her hands on his ears in an attempt to muffle his hearing (truth be told she isn't even doing it properly, forgetting to keep pressure there halfway through her rant). Which is silly, it is so very silly of her to try and do this, but in a matter of seconds Lottie isn't thinking anymore. She's acting on instinct, speaking through clenched teeth at a volume Amos can definitely still hear. ]
You're not. Real. You're just a fake who didn't take any medication because you are not real and I don't take medication because I don't need to, obviously?!
[ And her double counters, hurt and anger painted across her face, 'I'm the fake? You're the fakeβ where's Caroline?' She stumbles her way to the wall behind her, sliding her palm across the expanse of it, spreading blood that isn't hers all across it in the hopes of finding a way out. Then, pointedly towards Amos, 'W-who'sβ who even is that guy??' ]