[Unaware of life outside of the one fading out in her hands, and especially unaware of the painful dilemma she's causing, something desperately licks whatever remains and blood she can, even after there's nothing. There has to be more. She needs -- she needs there to be more. How is it all gone already? And not just what had been on her lips just a blink ago, but that warm feeling inside of her, too. It's as if instead of filling up that emptiness, it only kept going. Down, down, down into...
The rabbit hole, a voice inside her she can't quite pinpoint supplied. It's tired, but something can tell there's a vague amusement to it, too. She sits, staring at nothing, and tries to understand. She hears the crunch of someone approaching her again, cutting off the faint explanation of, Because you ate --
That voice wasn't doing much for her right now except confusing her and making that void inside all the more obvious. The person here, this fellow something that was something more on his own, had given her many things. Bending what attention she can control to him is the better of the ideas. She stumbles and teeters along, asking things in her nonsensical, gurgling way and letting her voice click and crack between growls. It's a little fun, even if it doesn't accomplish the goal of making herself understood. For now, she's content enough that the frustration doesn't build again.]
Aaaa... [Hm. Something's tongue is too heavy, lazy after fighting to be fed, so it doesn't let her go for the sound that's whispering through the little thought processes she has. Skip it.] Ss.
[Yeah, that tired voice wryly agrees. Definitely ass.]
Nnn...!
[I know, I know. "Alice". Just shut up and let me have something, alright? Christ.]
Ass. [She's trying to be as petulant as the other girl inside, insisting on the name, but she still can't make her tongue cooperate. Well, fuck.
She doesn't counter something again, though, and she can go back to babbling in peace until Teo seems to be instructing her. Focus...on him. Feels...nice? Something looks from him to the bed with a slow wheeze that's only pushed out from the movement of her body. There's a fuzzy feeling of liking this strange rectangle, once. Like before in the food court, she gives it an experimental scrape of her nails. It's different. It's closer to the hoodie he'd pulled over her head, the creature that had melted away piece by piece, no chance her teeth, and his hand. Something does indeed like it, she decides.
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The rabbit hole, a voice inside her she can't quite pinpoint supplied. It's tired, but something can tell there's a vague amusement to it, too. She sits, staring at nothing, and tries to understand. She hears the crunch of someone approaching her again, cutting off the faint explanation of, Because you ate --
That voice wasn't doing much for her right now except confusing her and making that void inside all the more obvious. The person here, this fellow something that was something more on his own, had given her many things. Bending what attention she can control to him is the better of the ideas. She stumbles and teeters along, asking things in her nonsensical, gurgling way and letting her voice click and crack between growls. It's a little fun, even if it doesn't accomplish the goal of making herself understood. For now, she's content enough that the frustration doesn't build again.]
Aaaa... [Hm. Something's tongue is too heavy, lazy after fighting to be fed, so it doesn't let her go for the sound that's whispering through the little thought processes she has. Skip it.] Ss.
[Yeah, that tired voice wryly agrees. Definitely ass.]
Nnn...!
[I know, I know. "Alice". Just shut up and let me have something, alright? Christ.]
Ass. [She's trying to be as petulant as the other girl inside, insisting on the name, but she still can't make her tongue cooperate. Well, fuck.
She doesn't counter something again, though, and she can go back to babbling in peace until Teo seems to be instructing her. Focus...on him. Feels...nice? Something looks from him to the bed with a slow wheeze that's only pushed out from the movement of her body. There's a fuzzy feeling of liking this strange rectangle, once. Like before in the food court, she gives it an experimental scrape of her nails. It's different. It's closer to the hoodie he'd pulled over her head, the creature that had melted away piece by piece, no chance her teeth, and his hand. Something does indeed like it, she decides.
Just...what was she supposed to do with it?]
Hhhh?