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[dignity_misery]

[Carla is frowning at herself faintly in a mirror, her cheeks flushed very pink, clearly embarrassed with all of this. Her face is almost as pink as the teacup dress she's standing in. There is a childish sulky tone to her voice when she murmurs,]

...why does she even have this... [She lifts a hand to her hair uncertainly, toying with the fluffy little accessory that's been pinned into her dark hair.] Did someone give it to her as a gift?

[With one leg still in a tall cast she takes a few careful hops backwards to sit down on the edge of a bed, staring down at bare feet, toes curled - (why so much pink?) - against the floor. Her voice lifts, actually speaking to someone,]

I'll have to try your shoes another time.

[It's when she turns to look in that direction that she sees the phone. She had thought it had been tucked out of sight in her jeans, but apparently she was wrong. The realization makes the color in her cheeks darken, and her lower lip blossom into a full pout. Huff.

She defends herself lamely,]

I have better taste than this. [Most days.]


[[ooc; Nope. Couldn't resist. Open action to folks in the warehouse, cause... that's where she's at. Tsun tsun 8(]]

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[dignity_misery]

[She's considered removing that piercing, several times, but never gets that far. She's even less inclined to it with Blonde gone. There are some things she needs, weights and reminders.

Flushed all the way down her neck, she lowers her eyes again, hands curling together in an anxious knot while he fiddles with her hair. She's going to be irritated about all this bashfulness later, but at the moment it's hard to help. It's something important to her, another little intimacy left over from when Barbet controlled everything. Sometimes, she'd been able to pretend he cared.]

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[It's just a loose braid, being worked in backwards. Even he can't work blind with much precision. But he stops, pulling his hands back, when he notices the twist of her fingers.]

What's wrong?

[dignity_misery]

Nothing.

[Maybe she should just leave it at that. She's not sure she wants to talk about Barbet anymore today, and she's not particularly eager to bring Blonde up either. She lifts one of her hands to touch the loose little braid.]

Are you stopping?

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If it's freaking you out, yes.

[Obviously. There's a wide gap between coy and anxious.]

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[She gives him an uncertain look. Since when does upsetting her matter.]

I like it. I like when you do it.

[That's how her attractions form, centered around a person, spreading out into everything else, but her usual lurid interests don't mesh well with the day's theme and all she can do is blush and squirm.]

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[It always matters. That's usually the point of it.

Chase considers, fingertips drumming against his knee, then leans in to nudge her shoulder, the implication being that she should twist a little and let him do it better.]

You know, smacking my head against a wall tomorrow probably isn't going to work.

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[She's not forgotten about tomorrow, and she doesn't immediately turn away. Instead she suggests innocently,]

Maybe a table.

[But then she shifts, reaching up to pull her hair loose from the way she'd tied it up earlier, although she leaves that fluffy thing pinned there.]

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I have an unfortunately sturdy temporal lobe.

[He doesn't make a move to unclip the fluffy thing either, his own hair (probably) ridiculous enough without that finding its way into the arrangement. It shifts a little as he combs out her hair with his fingers, and catches itself up in the neat fishtail pattern he starts. There's a nostalgic comfort in this routine for him, too.]

[dignity_misery]

I'll still like it tomorrow.

[Not all of the day's nuisances, but it's not the first time she's had his hands in her hair.]

You're safe from any impromptu lobotomy.

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It or me?

[It's only half a joke. He catches up the softer hairs at the nape of her neck into the arrangement.]

I can bring some of your things over tomorrow, if you tell me what you want.

[dignity_misery]

Does it matter?

[Another answer intended to stall because she doesn't really have one. This is low on the list of offenses, but liking him is often the problem.]

There's nothing I really want.

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Might matter at midnight.

[Behind her head, he quirks an eyebrow.]

Clothes, make up, whatever you wash with...

[dignity_misery]

Do I have to sit with you until then?

[Just a little wry there, smiling faintly. Maybe that would be nice.]

I've just been replacing them.

[Saya has clothes to spare, after all.]

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You don't have to do anything.

[But he's thinking about curling on the couch again, or curling up somewhere else.]

You've got at least half a foot on Saya. It's going to be a problem when you want some pants.

[dignity_misery]

I wasn't complaining.

[For once, mark this day on the calendar.]

You can sort through my things, if you want.

[She's made this sound like stalker behavior now, laughing.]

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If I wanted to go through your underwear drawer-

[It's possible he'd have found a way of doing so already. Since petty larceny became part of his job description he's learned something about how many people keep their secrets in with their lingerie.]

Just come and show me where to start.

[dignity_misery]

[Her secrets are mostly scars inside of her own head, but he'd probably find a few folded pictures of Blonde and the dog stuffed into a corner.]

You just want an excuse to visit Rex.

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I'm more of a cat person.

[It's not quite true, it's just that the ones he finds himself lumbered with seem to like him an obnoxious amount.]

[dignity_misery]

I don't really like either.

[Siiiigh.]

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[Right. He lifts and drops the finished braid against the arch of her spine.]

Maybe we should have started you with a fish. Or a geranium.

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[They'd have just ended up dead, and when he's done she turns, slightly more serious.]

It's fine. I don't need anything.

[The things in the apartment could stay there and maybe she would eventually get around to disentangling her things from Vic's things.]

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[He's left enough places taking nothing with him not to argue. Though there's one more suggestion.]

Shopping trip?

[dignity_misery]

[Because this day couldn't possibly get any more ridiculous. She looks a little flustered and confused, but still manages a faint laugh.]

Sure.

[...That she might change her mind about after midnight.]

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[It's rare he gets to show off a shiny card in this city. And while he hates himself for it, just a little, it's a form of self-repulsion he secretly enjoys. After midnight she'd probably recognise that for the mockery it is.]

Good.

[dignity_misery]

[They can play rich brats tomorrow, maybe make him buy her ice cream and everything. It might even be a fair trade off for how much he's teased her (which might be a fair trade off for how much she's teased him, but they know she's a self-centered hypocrite.)

That will have to be tomorrow though. Right now she's reaching up to pluck the ribbons out of his hair. One of which is relocated at the end of her braid to cover over the elastic. Because this day couldn't possibly be any more ridiculous.]