Yeah. I mean, I like sunflowers the best. But the name is the meaning for these. I don't have the patience for the code or whatever, I'd rather just say it.
[grumpy introvert and annoying extrovert... very funny
she wanders along, watching the portraits on the wall with some apprehension. some of them are nice. some of them Are Not. there's one on the wall with black curtains on the inside of it and she immediately moves all the way across the hallway to get away from it.]
[lepus will spare just it and then lup a glance—although one can really only tell by the slight turn of their head—before they continue to walk straight past it without lingering.]
[it's probably just like an alice in wonderland-esque forest! with funky-coloured apples and woodland creatures wandering about.
lepus, at least, looks mostly calm. their posture is more just "really?" than anything, before they take out their knife. with a snap of their other hand, the knife turns into a large, demonic-looking sword that they sling over their shoulders.]
You might as well tell me what's up, if we want to get out of here.
also idk why i read this and imagined lepus pulling out a rifle? like that's not what you said at all but i did just imagine them pulling out a huge fucking gun. anyway.]
The curtains are - they're part of the umbrella. [she says, voice a bit thin.] I don't know how to get out of it without...
they look at her, before stepping closer to grab her arm. not roughly, but firm; almost as though to be grounding. in contrast to the thinness of her voice, theirs remain steady.]
I've got no interest in being trapped somewhere for eternity. If there isn't a path out, we'll make one. What's the normal means of escape, even if it's not applicable here?
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guestservices) wrote2022-06-09 12:18 pm
week 6, monday
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I don't do flower language, so if these are supposed to mean something, they're wasted on me.
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[she grumbles, and then:] No, they're just pretty. I mean - they're forget-me-nots. So it's obvious, but also it's mostly just because I like them.
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Well, liking stuff because they're pretty is fine. Probably how most people pick their favourites.
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[huff.]
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I would be. [she agrees, wryly. she rubs at her wrist.] ... We're getting up on the end, right? So. You know.
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Walk with me to get some coffee.
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[uggggh]
Do I have to?
[ :T ]
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[this is an affectionate asshat, and they can tell because she is smiling.]
Yes, you have to! I want to spend time with you outside that horrible small room!
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[still said in an ugggggh tone though]
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[a little ear flick.]
Come on, then. [and she'll lead them off!]
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she wanders along, watching the portraits on the wall with some apprehension. some of them are nice. some of them Are Not. there's one on the wall with black curtains on the inside of it and she immediately moves all the way across the hallway to get away from it.]
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tempted to make them get sucked into it anyway]
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lepus is just avoiding any portraits that might look like wonderland-esque.]
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or maybe a combination. a wonderland portrait with black curtains so they can both suffer.
anyway whatever it is they're going into one give me cr]
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well once they're there, lepus is just giving off vibes of sheer exhaustion already.]
You've got to be kidding me...
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lup is very clearly Unhappy. she goes pretty pale at the way the curtains drape around them, very quiet.]
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lepus, at least, looks mostly calm. their posture is more just "really?" than anything, before they take out their knife. with a snap of their other hand, the knife turns into a large, demonic-looking sword that they sling over their shoulders.]
You might as well tell me what's up, if we want to get out of here.
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also idk why i read this and imagined lepus pulling out a rifle? like that's not what you said at all but i did just imagine them pulling out a huge fucking gun. anyway.]
The curtains are - they're part of the umbrella. [she says, voice a bit thin.] I don't know how to get out of it without...
[man, she wishes she had a weapon.]
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they look at her, before stepping closer to grab her arm. not roughly, but firm; almost as though to be grounding. in contrast to the thinness of her voice, theirs remain steady.]
I've got no interest in being trapped somewhere for eternity. If there isn't a path out, we'll make one. What's the normal means of escape, even if it's not applicable here?
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