( she doesn't know about a bunch, but there are people. armand, claire and edgar. the cook. the familiarity of the darbs of paris, where she may only be another name in the crowd, but that's something to be, too, isn't it?
leaning sideways a little bit, bumping rita's shoulder with her own, she tries for a smile that feels only the slightest bit strained. giving up on trying to appear unbothered, she lets her head come to a rest on the other girl's pajamas-clad shoulder. the fabric's slightly coarse, so she shifts her cheek a little where it rests against it. )
And my brother, I suppose. ( with charles, she always supposes. it's difficult and complicated and she misses him, but also knows he has carried the world for her, he'll certainly do so for himself. she glances up at the angle of rita's face she can see from here. ) What about you? Is there a bunch of people?
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( she doesn't know about a bunch, but there are people. armand, claire and edgar. the cook. the familiarity of the darbs of paris, where she may only be another name in the crowd, but that's something to be, too, isn't it?
leaning sideways a little bit, bumping rita's shoulder with her own, she tries for a smile that feels only the slightest bit strained. giving up on trying to appear unbothered, she lets her head come to a rest on the other girl's pajamas-clad shoulder. the fabric's slightly coarse, so she shifts her cheek a little where it rests against it. )
And my brother, I suppose. ( with charles, she always supposes. it's difficult and complicated and she misses him, but also knows he has carried the world for her, he'll certainly do so for himself. she glances up at the angle of rita's face she can see from here. ) What about you? Is there a bunch of people?