[ alisaie's eyes follow his movements slowly, dazed and languid, and it takes her a good ten seconds or so of looking at the soup and spoon he's offering before she finally figures out what he wants from her. her head feels stuffed full of cotton.
she sits up, leaning back against the headboard and taking them in her hands, and all the while prompto is gone fetching water alisaie stares at it. despite the fact that it's likely been an entire day since she's eaten, this soup looks wholly unappetizing, the smell of it alone enough to turn her stomach. when he returns, she hasn't eaten any yet, she's just stirring the spoon around in the soup and looking down on it with marked disdain. ]
Dessert?
[ her eyes flick up toward his face. ]
.. no, thank you. Maybe later.
[ what has this world come to when alisaie is refusing dessert ]
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she sits up, leaning back against the headboard and taking them in her hands, and all the while prompto is gone fetching water alisaie stares at it. despite the fact that it's likely been an entire day since she's eaten, this soup looks wholly unappetizing, the smell of it alone enough to turn her stomach. when he returns, she hasn't eaten any yet, she's just stirring the spoon around in the soup and looking down on it with marked disdain. ]
Dessert?
[ her eyes flick up toward his face. ]
.. no, thank you. Maybe later.
[ what has this world come to when alisaie is refusing dessert ]