[She's still looking at his foot, eyes all narrowed and mouth all rumpled unhappily. There's something she doesn't want that's slipped right out of her mind's slippery fingers and left an ugly lump of stubborn resentment behind. Something about changing. And her thoughts are like mud, refusing to go where they should, dead pathways refusing to clear - how many miles between the brain and the tongue? How long does it take to get something through?]
...Don't remember. [Probably something bad though? Must have been. If she just got panicky for no reason that would be embarrassing. What were they doing in here, anyways?
Erika takes the two unsteady steps to the bed, starts yanking at the sheets as though to throw them to the ground for the usually Pile of Sitting, then...pauses...]
Memetan isn't... [oh FUCK that's right okay this isn't a coding jam at all. She considers that reality, then takes a pillow and kind of throws it backwards onto the ground anyways, having a tantrum on a steep energy budget.]
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...Don't remember. [Probably something bad though? Must have been. If she just got panicky for no reason that would be embarrassing. What were they doing in here, anyways?
Erika takes the two unsteady steps to the bed, starts yanking at the sheets as though to throw them to the ground for the usually Pile of Sitting, then...pauses...]
Memetan isn't... [oh FUCK that's right okay this isn't a coding jam at all. She considers that reality, then takes a pillow and kind of throws it backwards onto the ground anyways, having a tantrum on a steep energy budget.]