[Rosamund shrinks. So much of her royal grace goes out the door once the other woman speaks, and she wishes very much for a convenient princess-sized hole to hide in.
Alas, no such luck.]
Um...[Her hands gesticulate and convey nothing.] You know. Strange things are happening! And we're all seeing things that are maybe better left unseen, so um. If you could....
[She flounders. Then finally mimes zipping her lip.]
That would be fantastic. Thank you! Also I'm sorry? I'm really sorry. Sorry!
You reaaaally don't wanna talk about this, huh? [rosamund... help...] Alright, alright. I know how to pretend I saw nothin'. But if it makes you feel any better, that's only like the fourth most disturbing thing I've seen today.
[She looses a breath of relief, hand to her forehead.]
Not that it's a competition anyone wants to win, but, um. If you have questions that's all right! I just...I would hate to make you think less of me, Harley.
[Admittedly it's not so much shame that makes her stomach turn, as an acute existential fear. Shu had made an oblique reference to knowing her friends as a story. She has no idea what conclusions anyone else might draw.]
I don't know. I mean, you're right, everyone here is very special in their own way, and we all have such crazy lives...
[Looking to her beyond vampirish white skin tbh, what is even happening there.]
I just — I have to be careful. I don't know who knows me. [awkward.] As what I am.
I don't think I'm supposed to have made it outside my story.
[it's about as subtle as a sledgehammer, but she's never been one for subterfuge. If Harley knows anything about the names or places in the memory, she will have to clue in now.
If not, then Rosamund is just speaking cryptic nonsense and they can laugh it off. Go grab a boba. Something.]
Yeahhh... I don't think any of us care about that. I mean, you heard Todomatsu say he was a fictional character two days ago. So what if you made it out of your story? Fuck the rules.
Harley! [And excuse her forwardness, she has to swoop in for a hug.] You have such a way with words.
I only ever knew of the people outside of Story as this big, terrible, unknowable force that can unmake you in the blink of an eye and ruin our lives for fun. But we're all much more alike than that, aren't we?
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Alas, no such luck.]
Um...[Her hands gesticulate and convey nothing.] You know. Strange things are happening! And we're all seeing things that are maybe better left unseen, so um. If you could....
[She flounders. Then finally mimes zipping her lip.]
That would be fantastic. Thank you! Also I'm sorry? I'm really sorry. Sorry!
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[She looses a breath of relief, hand to her forehead.]
Not that it's a competition anyone wants to win, but, um. If you have questions that's all right! I just...I would hate to make you think less of me, Harley.
[Admittedly it's not so much shame that makes her stomach turn, as an acute existential fear. Shu had made an oblique reference to knowing her friends as a story. She has no idea what conclusions anyone else might draw.]
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[which is why she is cocking an eyebrow at her, confused.]
Now, why would I think less of you?
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I don't know. I mean, you're right, everyone here is very special in their own way, and we all have such crazy lives...
[Looking to her beyond vampirish white skin tbh, what is even happening there.]
I just — I have to be careful. I don't know who knows me. [awkward.] As what I am.
I don't think I'm supposed to have made it outside my story.
[it's about as subtle as a sledgehammer, but she's never been one for subterfuge. If Harley knows anything about the names or places in the memory, she will have to clue in now.
If not, then Rosamund is just speaking cryptic nonsense and they can laugh it off. Go grab a boba. Something.]
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Then bursts out laughing.]
Harley! [And excuse her forwardness, she has to swoop in for a hug.] You have such a way with words.
I only ever knew of the people outside of Story as this big, terrible, unknowable force that can unmake you in the blink of an eye and ruin our lives for fun. But we're all much more alike than that, aren't we?
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[AW, ROSAMUND... harley hugs her back instantly, pat pat patting her back.]
We're two gorgeous, intelligent blondes who can kick your ass and look real damn good doin' it. Not so different at all, if I say so myself.
[also, i still owe you a mem? have mem.]