[The girl that turns in her seat and catches the wallet has warped fingers on one hand, in addition to Lotte's face. V looks up from her "prize" to the boy, stunned for a beat before hastily getting to her feet. Of course she would, ready to comply, even if -- ]
Q wouldn't let me help, so she's still combing her hair.
[Her hair, just as long and just as white, is drying in neat, wispy curls in a way that suggests the pair had started on her, first. It looks soft enough to match her voice, which could have been identical to Q's if the other ever bothered to soften anything.
She knows what a wallet is, but it's still strange to hold one herself. She also knows that she doesn't really want to open it unless she wants a reminder of that man, and instead tucks it away into the pocket of her hoodie. The smile she offers can barely be called that, as small as it is and accompanied by eyes that looked exhausted from all the crying she'd done earlier.]
I...know you want her with. I can get her for you. Even if it's me, she has to listen.
[After all, she also craved to be loved, underneath everything. She, too, would do as she was told.]
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Q wouldn't let me help, so she's still combing her hair.
[Her hair, just as long and just as white, is drying in neat, wispy curls in a way that suggests the pair had started on her, first. It looks soft enough to match her voice, which could have been identical to Q's if the other ever bothered to soften anything.
She knows what a wallet is, but it's still strange to hold one herself. She also knows that she doesn't really want to open it unless she wants a reminder of that man, and instead tucks it away into the pocket of her hoodie. The smile she offers can barely be called that, as small as it is and accompanied by eyes that looked exhausted from all the crying she'd done earlier.]
I...know you want her with. I can get her for you. Even if it's me, she has to listen.
[After all, she also craved to be loved, underneath everything. She, too, would do as she was told.]