[ the new potentiality or reality of being stuck in a sex resort is... well she'll have to wrap her mind around it a little. maybe for now, she could think of it as a nuisance. it'll be inconvenient. there are things she needs to do, a few goals she wants to accomplish, this sure would be getting in the way of that. sex, however, isn't a terribly big ordeal for her however much she's had or not, however much she's wanted a certain person or not. she's already accepted the reality that the world isn't exactly about getting what she wants. the low rank of being a lone wolf, the future that waits her for being infected. the future of turning into a statue or rather dust and ashes is already her reality. ]
Whoa, what a terrible fate that is. [ in the tone of voice of someone maybe putting a fraction of an effort into not sounding like a psychopath. she'd barely put in even that amount of care at all; that she's trying now is like her familiar pretense in trying to get along with others, because she does occasionally do that. the look she levels at texas is something brittle, calculative.
it was obvious enough speculation that something had to be the matter with that mark. one ear flicks, as if to betray the smallest tremor in her chest. how really, really inconvenient. it's simple if people think she's insane or even if texas does. it's actually just personally inconvenient if she's not even as crazed as someone might think after all. ]
But it might be a simple enough solution to fuck an ailment like that away, hm?
[ the brittleness lingers in her chest that, she could assume, someone bought texas at auction and something like that would happen. ]
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Whoa, what a terrible fate that is. [ in the tone of voice of someone maybe putting a fraction of an effort into not sounding like a psychopath. she'd barely put in even that amount of care at all; that she's trying now is like her familiar pretense in trying to get along with others, because she does occasionally do that. the look she levels at texas is something brittle, calculative.
it was obvious enough speculation that something had to be the matter with that mark. one ear flicks, as if to betray the smallest tremor in her chest. how really, really inconvenient. it's simple if people think she's insane or even if texas does. it's actually just personally inconvenient if she's not even as crazed as someone might think after all. ]
But it might be a simple enough solution to fuck an ailment like that away, hm?
[ the brittleness lingers in her chest that, she could assume, someone bought texas at auction and something like that would happen. ]