[Her giggle stumbles into something more genuine, if only for a fraction of a second.]
Ahh, I knew I could count on you! [She didn't. She's pushing her luck, and as if she's eager to test the breaking point, she sweetly adds,] A-ni-ki~
[Before he can rush over and strangle her -- a genuine concern -- Charlotte flops down into her chair again. Besides, he deserves it. Whether he meant to or not, whether it was something she would have done anyway or not... She raises one arm, finger aloft in the direction she'd come from, but it can only delay the compulsion for a short while. Not long enough for her to feel like she's getting to cling onto some semblance of pride.]
Six and a half miles, southwest. Past the bar and the basketball court. Sage place with plastic bags covering a broken window. Door connecting to the garage is unlocked. Don't bother breaking in the front.
[She brings her arm back to cover a fake, exaggerated yawn. The other command isn't an immediate concern.]
Mmm, what do we still have stocked here...? Got any snacks? [Not that she needs to eat, or that food actually tastes like anything more than different states of clay to her. The real curiosity,] Soap? Running water? Hairbrush? No electricity, right?
[Too many safehouses, not enough care to maintain them. Oops. It's still raining if the water's shut off at this one, at least. Cold, scraggly water for cold, scraggly girls.]
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Ahh, I knew I could count on you! [She didn't. She's pushing her luck, and as if she's eager to test the breaking point, she sweetly adds,] A-ni-ki~
[Before he can rush over and strangle her -- a genuine concern -- Charlotte flops down into her chair again. Besides, he deserves it. Whether he meant to or not, whether it was something she would have done anyway or not... She raises one arm, finger aloft in the direction she'd come from, but it can only delay the compulsion for a short while. Not long enough for her to feel like she's getting to cling onto some semblance of pride.]
Six and a half miles, southwest. Past the bar and the basketball court. Sage place with plastic bags covering a broken window. Door connecting to the garage is unlocked. Don't bother breaking in the front.
[She brings her arm back to cover a fake, exaggerated yawn. The other command isn't an immediate concern.]
Mmm, what do we still have stocked here...? Got any snacks? [Not that she needs to eat, or that food actually tastes like anything more than different states of clay to her. The real curiosity,] Soap? Running water? Hairbrush? No electricity, right?
[Too many safehouses, not enough care to maintain them. Oops. It's still raining if the water's shut off at this one, at least. Cold, scraggly water for cold, scraggly girls.]
No blowdryer for us, V.