[his gaze is more scrutinizing than anything, but even that makes the hair on the back her neck stand. her attention is drawn from the halls more to him once he leans against the wall, and she's observing him as much as he is her. she doesn't know what he's implying - body, fresh off the ice.
she's on edge, but not locked in place. her hand moves from the door and she's stepping further out into the hallway, arms crossing. not really a defensive gesture, it's more self-soothing.]
I've never had a hangover, that's what this is?
[the steady pound of annoying pain in the back of her skull, mouth dry no matter how much water she drinks, the shiver of feeling too hot and too cold at once. her step-father would lament about this, and by lament he would be angry. but he was always angry. she frowns up at him, obviously not satisfied with his answer. she can't blame him and doesn't - it's not his fault she's here, and not his fault he can't give her the answers she needs.]
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she's on edge, but not locked in place. her hand moves from the door and she's stepping further out into the hallway, arms crossing. not really a defensive gesture, it's more self-soothing.]
I've never had a hangover, that's what this is?
[the steady pound of annoying pain in the back of her skull, mouth dry no matter how much water she drinks, the shiver of feeling too hot and too cold at once. her step-father would lament about this, and by lament he would be angry. but he was always angry. she frowns up at him, obviously not satisfied with his answer. she can't blame him and doesn't - it's not his fault she's here, and not his fault he can't give her the answers she needs.]
We're stuck here, aren't we?