āWhy is it that those with the most power are often the weakest?ā || MDNI || #DWRP
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She hums contemplatively, watching as the ash builds on the end of the cigarette. Some of it falls. She looks hypnotized by it.
"I like rituals," she mumbles thoughtfully...
And then she comes to life all at once and puts it out in the ash tray on the table. Was that rude? It was ā
"I don't know how to...."
She paused, tilting her head - eerily like he did a moment prior. She didn't actually mean to mirror him, it's just a coincidence. This time.
"You know it when you see it." And how did she describe it without offending him? Or making him self conscious? "It's a ā
ā look in the eyes. The way one looks at people. Oh, what's that word I'm looking for? ... Melancholy! That's it!"
... ... ... Want a cup?
It's never too much trouble.
As a matter of fact, just take this one.
"Hm?"
It's as if that thought hadn't occurred to her. She looks from him to the chair she's sitting in... And then she puts on her best sheepish smile.
"You're expecting someone, aren't you? Is it a date? I'd hate to interrupt a date."
ā probably rude.
"Lucky! Breathing problems are a /pain/."
"Probably. I mean, a gathering between friends always has room for one more. Three's company when it comes to romance."
His next question makes her smile. An 'innocent' smile, complete with big, wide eyes.
"No. You just... looked lonely, I guess?"
Curled up with a cup of coffee, struggling to keep her eyes open.
