corrinesbell | 124. Plans

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124. Plans

I've been thinking about it for the past few days, and I think...I think I wanna have a tea house. It was...I liked it. Anyone wanna point me in the right direction for a place where I could put one? The place it was...y'know, before...isn't what I can use anymore.

[She's thought about how doing something like this is pretty much declaring, after all this time, a belief in the permanence of her situation. ...Oh well. It's also something to do and maybe it'll give other people here a chance to just not think about some stuff, if they need the chance.]

Hey, Elicia? D'you think I could come and...look at some of those, uh, pictures you had? ...The ones from the orchard, I mean.

[Alternately, you can meet up with her on her way to the clothing shop to see if there's anything...well, if there's anything.]

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Why does it with you? Don't even try to deny it, because you snap on a hair trigger some days. It's like getting blindsided by an eggbear, it's totally unpredictable.

And for Pete's sake, Sheena, you know I like my self-depreciating humor. Would it kill you for once to remember that?

Yeah, maybe it would.

[cue frustrated storming out and into the kitchen]

This is exactly what I'm talking about!

[Someone's not done, dear. So, stomping right behind you.]

What're you talking about?

You! With the snapping for no damn reason!

[turning around to face him]

I dunno what else you think I should do when you get like that!

[and back around, resuming track to kitchen]

Like what? Tell me, because I sure as hell can't read your mind to figure out just what the heck you want me to be!

I want you to be just you, okay? Without the act and without any of that...that voice you get when you're trying to prove to somebody how amazing things are for you compared to the boring lives the rest of us have.

I'm not acting! I'm happy, what the hell's so hard to believe about that?

[slamming cabinet doors all over the place in the act of finding a glass she can fill]

I guess I'm just not used to it!

[and she regrets saying that pretty much immediately. But she can't take it back now.]

[/Just. Sigh.]

[and because this is her sort of luck, some days]

Thought you were sick of backing down.

What part of this is backing down? I'm thinking. Maybe you should try it before you start saying stupid things you'll regret after you say 'em.

Thinking about the next thing you're gonna shout at me?

Would that make you calm down and want to talk reasonably instead of get all defensive? Because if it would, I'll shout at you all night.

No.

[but the suggestion would make her angry enough to slam her newly-acquired glass down onto the counter and break it into several dozen pieces]

Which is why I'm not.

[didn't hear that. Too busy staring at the mess she just made all over the counter.]

Honestly... I wish I knew how to calm you down when you're all fired up.

[He'll slide by her and start cleaning it up.]

Dunno if that'd be me being me, though.

[she starts trying to gather the glass into a pile. With the hand it broke in. Zelos may need to tell her why that is a bad idea, she's getting blood on their cooking surface]

I don't know, okay? If I did then you'd already know about it.

...

[Okay, grabbing that wrist gently and getting it out of the glass.]

You know, being upset is fine and all, but please quit cutting your hand on the glass just because you're not paying attention to what you're doing.

[It was the breaking that did it, not the cleaning-up. It's just a cut or two, she's fine.]

It's not a big deal. I'm the one who did it.

So? I want to help.

Then get something I can sweep all this into.

Sure.

[While he's at it, he's getting something for your hand, too.]

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