[She finds him eventually. By accident, even. Though her gut twists and turns and she's so sick of herself, constantly thrusting her fits onto all her overworked and under-slept betters. They're so busy mopping up messes already and she keeps spilling more on what little clean space remains.
But she can't help it. When she opens the door to the library and finds him already inside, she's not got a mind to give him privacy.]
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WEEK 4: Friday
But she can't help it. When she opens the door to the library and finds him already inside, she's not got a mind to give him privacy.]
...Did your experiment work?
[Easier to talk about that than much else.]
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I'm not sure. I don't think I'd be able to tell myself if I was under an effect, though I haven't noticed anyone else affected either...
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Right.
[She slips inside, rubbing at her elbow.]
We have a terrible track record, don't we? The people we spend the night with...
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... Yeah, we really do, huh? [...] I'm sorry, Rosamund.
[it sucks.]
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[It's affection week, what the hell. Rosamund winds her arms around him and gives him a soft hug, heart clattering in her chest.]
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... I'm really going to miss the guy.
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He was very steady, no matter what he faced.
[He'd helped her, a number of times. She swallows thickly and pulls back, still holding him at the shoulders.]
How many people is it going to be before this thing is satisfied?
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with a now free hand, he'll reach up to place it over hers, at least.]
... I don't know. But I'm not going to wait for it to be satisfied—we have to find something before then.