[she looks. rough. she hasn't been sleeping, she seems tense and ready to jump at a slight startle, her eyes are still a bit red and puffy, she's favoring one leg even if they're both fine now, etc.]
[ her smile quickly fades into concern (and maybe ... something else, as well? it's hard to say for sure; bluebird's good at that whole POKER FACE thing) ]
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polygamy reasons.]
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[ (don't worry she's wearing clothes) ]
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as quietly as she can manage from behind
sneak sneak sneak, until she's pretty close]
Cecilia's not providing that sort of thing for you? Huh.
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[ spins to face her, pleasantly surprised – and promptly gives her a very thorough look over ]
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[she looks. rough. she hasn't been sleeping, she seems tense and ready to jump at a slight startle, her eyes are still a bit red and puffy, she's favoring one leg even if they're both fine now, etc.]
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[ her smile quickly fades into concern (and maybe ... something else, as well? it's hard to say for sure; bluebird's good at that whole POKER FACE thing) ]
Nightingale ...
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Yeah?
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[ opens her arms out, offering a hug? :( ]
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[she hesitates, but then hugs her tight.]
If I wasn't forcing myself, I'd just be drunk alone in my room again right now. I kind of do need to.
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[ yeah, this is a pretty damn tight hug ]
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So was I.
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[ YOUR HAIR. IT IS BEING STROKED. ]
Do you want to talk about it?
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[SPARK NAPS UNDER A TREE like a lazy asshole]
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prods you with a staff]
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[swat swat]
[swat swat swat]
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[grumpily rolls over onto his side DX]
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You should be helping her, though.
[BOP]
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. . . Nightingale!
[and flopping over to give her a good once-over]
. . . you look like you went through a meat grinder.
[tactful]
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the staff vanishes, as she flops down next to him.]
No. The meat grinder would have been better.
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[sobering up a lot as he sits up, his gaze turning concerned]
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To begin with, I guess... If you were planning on coming back any time soon, don't. Everything's gone to hell. The castle's gone.
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[raises both eyebrows]
What happened to it?
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