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defyingfrigidity) wrote2030-01-31 10:54 am
defyingfrigidity) wrote2030-01-31 10:54 am
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WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, QUEENOFICEOLATION. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 013.11.221.20 *** QUEENOFICEOLATION has joined 013.11.221.20 <QUEENOFICEOLATION> I think I've finally gotten the hang of these devices. <QUEENOFICEOLATION> So! <QUEENOFICEOLATION> There's no harm in setting up one of these, yes? <QUEENOFICEOLATION> (Thanks to those of you who helped me do so and I'm sorry if I frustrated anyone) | ||||
<juno>
nothing, it's just
i would rather not be alone right now
[That probably sounds weird. Does it sound weird? He doesn't know. He's never really partaken in healthy coping mechanisms before.]
<queenoficeolation>
I see.
Do you prefer coffee or hot chocolate?
I'll have some ready for you by the time you arrive.
<juno> -> action
[There's a few minutes before another message is sent.]
coffee
[He's never really been one to go to other people when he's having trouble dealing with...just everything. More of the "sit alone in your apartment and catch your reflection in the bottom of the glass and feel sick" sort of type. Despite his thoughts coaxing him to grab another bottle of whiskey and ignore his obligation, he manages to pull himself off the couch and make his way towards Elsa's place.
What is he even supposed to say to Elsa? "Hey, I was feeling really lonely the last few days and I don't feel like I can even trust my friends from home right now, uh, can I just hang out for a few hours?" Stupid. That's stupid. By the time he walks up to the front door, his thoughts still haven't stopped screaming at him, that this is a terrible idea and he should just turn around and leave. Instead, he grits his teeth and knocks, taking a small step back.
When she answers the door, he jumps back a little at her floral appearance before realizing--]
Ah! Plants. Right. Plants are normal for you. [He clears his throat.] Hey.
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Right... [Oh god, did a nymph do something terrible to him?? But the ones she knows are so nice... something else, then?] Um! If you're.... worried about plants, we can go right to the kitchen. They don't really like it in there.
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No, no, it's...it's fine. It's just-- [He hesitates, trying to find the words to say.] It's been a long week.
[He runs a hand through his hair, glancing over his shoulder before turning his attention back towards Elsa.]
In. I mean...shit, inside.
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[She doesn't look any bit reassured, but she still steps aside to let him in. Once the door is closed, she leads him through her home, pausing before she steps into the kitchen - always filled with herbs in various pots - and instead moves into the much less flowery dining room. Thankfully it's small, so no need to intimidate poor Juno with anything extravagant.]
Is there anything I can do? I mean... aside from this.
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He rubs his face, leaning against the wall and suppressing a sigh. He doesn't want to unload all of his problems on Elsa.]
Just.... [He pauses. It's hard not to feel like a child when he says this.] This probably sounds stupid, but...I'd appreciate it if you could just...stay here or something.
[Another pause. He grips his arm.] Let's talk about your day. How was your day?
[He's making a poor attempt at trying not to have her ask questions about why he's here in the first place--he's not sure if he's capable of getting into that right now.]