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RED "flatbread or flats" (ง •̀_•́)ง ([personal profile] persistor) wrote in [community profile] nysalogs 2018-04-14 06:16 am (UTC)

[ Red desperately wants to leave.

Something claws at her from the inside, desperately willing her to move. Run. Her chest feels tight and she feels queasy, the urge to scream growing with every second ( not unlike last time, then ). Except she wills all of that down. Left with hands curled into fists at her sides, her teeth clenched as she inhales, then exhales. The inhales again.

Frederick shouldn't have to see this ( he shouldn't see this, period. That wasn't him, and she's starting to like the Storm even less in the beginning ). The question cuts through the silence and she briefly contemplates leaving again — this time, she chooses to run a hand through her hair. Letting out the breath she had been holding.

And once the hammering in her heart finally slows some, she finally — finally — reaches for her phone. For how short the message is, she takes a suspiciously long time ( typing, then erasing, typing, then erasing, until she finds the best description she can come with ). She turns the phone to Frederick, but she's not keen on meeting his gaze just yet. ]


Someone I used to know. [ Unfortunately. ] We're not friends anymore. [ Obviously. ]

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