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 Posted: Sun Dec 08, 2013 9:30 pm
Later on, when she is curled up under her blankets that night and trying to sleep, doing her best to stop considering all this and agonizing about it and just let it go, Abbi will remember the moment he pauses. She will recall exactly how she hoped her face looked pretty when she turned up a curious, innocent look to him and watched him look down at her, unflinching if tepid, as he swallowed once and nodded. She will remember the way her heart jump starts in a nearly painful way and more than that, she will scold herself for taking pleasure in his response. Or Viveca will do the scolding, or they probably both will take part in the effort. But for right now, the teen only flushes and doesn't say anything. What can she say or do otherwise? It won't change anything to show her gratitude that he came just for her, or change the little thought that the only reason he's come to her is because she's the weakest of their friends. Jack and Toto can handle themselves, Finn could too even though he's incapacitated at the moment but Abbi is small and fragile and she needs the support. That's the thought she clings to as he disappears into his room and she moves back to lean against the doorway. But its that thought that weighs her down until she slumps onto the floor, hands back to shaking. Why, she was the weakest in the strange game they just played too. That was why Science Princess had tried to out her first off. That was why Stormy had killed the blonde boy, because if she didn't kill him, he could have easily offed Abbi. The steady stream of mumbled rebuttal from Viveca is easily ignored, a funny thing since just five minutes prior Abbi was desperate for her weapon's voice and now, because its opposite what she wants to believe, she cannot accept it. If today were a normal day this is something she could handle. This is not anything new, she's always been the odd one out and every mission someone has had to hold her hand, or pick her up, or carry her to safety. Hell, even right now when she is safe and sound she is down on the floor, frightened and close to crying again. { Stop it! Stop it right now missey! I canna have ye thinkin' yer a throw away when I just got ye back! }But I am... I'm weak. I'm the weakest link and everyone knows it... That's the only reason Ripley is here... He feels sorry for me... Its not that he...A door opens and she looks up, startled and prepared to jump up and flee should it be someone she doesn't want to see. Unfortunately, it is someone she wants to see very much, but she's caught down on the floor, crying and frightened again and unhinged where just moments ago she was fine. "I'm sorry--" She tried but finds her voice breaking into a dangerously close sob. "I-I didn't mean to- To be so weak and small-- I-I--" She can't finish and breaks it off, a hand trying to wave at him as though to say 'don't bother with me', but its shaking too much and she clutches it back against her heart.
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Posted: Mon Dec 09, 2013 8:55 pm
Ripley left his room, feeling slightly odd about the whole thing. He had left to change and everything seemed normal, which, now that he thought about it, felt an awful lot like the calm before the storm. It didn't take him long to realized that he had been right, especially after his eyes fell on the girl, sitting on the floor and looking moments from tears again.
"What--" He started, only to get cut off with an apology in a broken voice. In that moment he felt his heart sink a little bit, especially at the way she waved her hand at him. "Hey," He started, in a voice that was meant to be comforting. "Come on now, don't say that." A couple steps and he was across the hallway, kneeling beside her to get down to her level, at least a little bit.
"You're not weak, and being small has it's advantages." There was no way he could tell her that she wasn't small, because, well, she was. His hand - his bare hand, as he left his gloves in his room - brushed against her wrist, prying her hands free from her body to hold them. "Come on, let's get out of the hallway." And then he slowly got to his feet, his hands holding hers to urge her to do the same.
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Posted: Mon Dec 09, 2013 9:23 pm
She should have known that there was a storm brewing within her, especially with how frightened she still felt. But this was strange and new and she wasn't expecting someone to be here with her, to have not experienced her horrors and want to help her through it. That thought is terribly overwhelming, enough that she finds herself hiccuping in hopes to ward off the sobs that began to rattle her ribcage.
"I-I can say it i-if its true!" Her words come out in a hushed wheeze, more breaths taken in preparation for a fight.
"I-I can't defend myself a-and everyone a-always has to--" Abbi means to say that everyone has to protect her and carry her around, but her mouth shuts when he touches her wrist. Its lightly, and a less observant girl might not have noticed, but she catches it immediately.
His gloves are gone.
Blue eyes blink up at him, a secret for a secret.
Well, if he's going to be that way, then she can't fight him at all. Her hands slide into his and she holds tight, curling her fingers against his hand in an attempt to press her palms against his. It would be a lie to say she's not still curious about his scars, even if she knows where they came from, but mostly she wants to know how he lives with them. If they still have feeling along their imperfection and how much this bothers him to be without his gloves. The girl sniffles once before she shuffled inside, following his lead but not letting go of his hands.
"H-how... How much of it did you see? How much did they show?"
{ If yer gonna tell 'em what happened, ye best lady up. }
She knows that, but she takes a breath for fortitude.
"Maybe we should... Sit down?" And keep holding hands. Definitely that.
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Posted: Tue Dec 10, 2013 10:41 am
"Ever heard the saying 'You are your own worst enemy'?" He asked softly, his fingers pressing a little harder against her skin, still urging her to uncurl herself and take his hand. It was heart breaking to hear this from her, but anything he had to say he could brush off, he was sure of it. When she finally slid her hands into his he couldn't help but give a light smile. He had no idea it was because he was missing his gloves, but he was thankful that it happened.
He kept both her hands in his until she was on her feet alongside him. Then one hand slipped away once they were in her room, if only to close the door behind them. All the while the hand that kept hers held on tight, his fingers through his and their palms together, since that was what she wanted. The contact was nice, and it seemed to be helping, though it did feel somewhat strange for him to be without his gloves. It was amazing what habits formed when you weren't paying attention. Her question made him pause thoughtfully, reflecting on the horrors he had seen, both on the broadcast and in the room he'd been in.
"Did you ever see the show 'Survivor'?" He asked after a moment, looking around for somewhere comfortable to sit that wasn't the bed. "I imagine it's something like that. They showed us what they thought we should see, but we couldn't be sure what else was going on." Unfortunately the only thing that wasn't the bed was the floor, and he wasn't about to start rearranging her pillows to make that more comfortable.
"Of course. Here." So he lead her to the bed and sat down, still holding her hand as he pulled her down to sit beside him. "Why don't you tell me what happened, though?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 10, 2013 7:35 pm
Oh, she'd heard of the phrase a number of times. Mostly within her own head, spoken to herself. Now, of course, Viveca was the one saying it but it didn't make it any less true. But its an easy to ignore saying, especially considering that rebuking it won't change anything. Instead she focuses on his hands and the myriad of questions brought on by a simple lack of accessory.
Did it feel terribly funny? What was it like not to wear gloves constantly? Was touching things strange? What about her hands, was touching her hands odd? Did he hate it terribly, or did he like it and that was why he kept at it?
Bogged down by the questions, Abbi followed dutifully and silently, looking down at their held hands as she was led back into her room.
"I never watched Survivor... But I know of it. My uh... My step-brother used to watch it... He wanted to be on the show..." Maybe he would be...
Without thinking about it she crawled onto the bed, scooting closer when he sat so that their knees touched. Whatever reserve she had previously expressed over the situation was forgotten as she pulled his hand to rest on her knee, her eyes fallen down to look at his fingers in a detached, if still somewhat curious, manner.
"It started with... A text about a trip through the portal being raffled away... Then the portal went... Wonky... And we woke up in these tubes... Except! There was this guy who gave me a dagger! He said--" She had idly begun to trace the lines that divided Ripley's finger joints from each other and paused here to press one tip of her finger to one tip of his for emphasis. "He told me about all this stuff about Hunter trials and that we were being put through a trial because he and his people-things used to be Hunters but weren't but he said I had potential! And gave me a dagger that would stun someone!" It had been folly to trust someone like her with a dagger.
"But then we woke up in these glass chambers and there was all this water and we got caught in the tides and pulled to a room. I was with Stormy and Chelsea and Mr. French-Guy I didn't get his name and Science Princess and some blonde guy." That had probably been shown on the screen. Whoooopppssss....
So she skips the scorpions and the--
"Scorpions! Scorpions, can you believe it? What's it with me and bugs? UGH!" Ok didn't skip the scorpions, but she did skip the investigation into the lockers and the continual reminder to kill someone. She did indulge herself a little by telling about how Science Princess had almost done away with her, but hadn't quite gotten it worked out and how Abbi had just meant to stun her.
This is where she gets a little shaky, her fingertip against Ripley's palm beginning to tremble.
"I-I hadn't meant for anything bad to happen... J-just to... To keep her from hurting someone else! What if she'd have attacked someone who couldn't help themselves?!"
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Posted: Wed Dec 11, 2013 9:34 pm
Ripley couldn't help but stare down at the way their legs touched, and it certainly didn't help that his hand would soon be there too. Granted she had kept his palm up, which was a small consolation as much as it was a small disappointment. Their close proximity and the alarming rate he was noticing it was cast aside in favour of focusing on and listening to her story.
He still wasn't sure how someone could look at a dagger and not think it would maim, but he kept that to himself; the point was that they had been lied to in the most horrible of ways, and his heart went out to her, it really did. When she started using his hand to make her points, he found himself distracted. His palms felt weird to be touched, partially because there were places where he couldn't feel it and others that were not used to flesh against flesh, especially not someone else's.
Distracted or not, he flinched at the mention of bugs. Yes. Bugs indeed. He continued to nod along, giving small comments here and there to show that he was in fact listening, but it wasn't until she started to tremble that he really moved. His hand slid out from under hers, and he leaned to the side in order to slide said hand around behind her, settling on her waist. His free hand slid onto her knee to pick up where the other left off, palm-up under her hands.
"You did what you thought was right with what you knew at the time. You know you didn't mean it, I know you didn't mean it, and maybe one day this...Science Princess, will understand too." He doubted it, but hey, words were words. "Then what happened?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 11, 2013 10:11 pm
Having noticed how close he was, and how he wasn't pulling away or casting her disdainful glances, made her feel confused and elated at stark turns until both mixed disastrously in her stomach. But his hand was a nice anchor, even if she probably should have expressed some modesty over wanting to not only touch him, but showcase her curiosity in his scars. Ever willing to be helpful, and loud about her advice, Viveca whispered that it was not yet too late to back track for the sake of salvaging their friendship, but well, she wasn't going to be too over the top about it. She was curious about all this too...
The steady mumble from him was a nice beat to the words of her story, it made it easier to tell when she knew someone was listening so intently. But more than that, Abbi appreciated in a strange, unsure way Ripley's hand that did not move from under her fingers. That felt solid when she did not and it was something to be thankful for.
A tiny noise that she makes interrupts herself as his hand moved out from under her's. The weapon in her head was quick to blurt out that she'd known it all along, that of course he didn't want to be touched, how could--
The noise that starts in the teen's throat at having her waist touched is thankfully swallowed before it can actually get out, and its totally forgotten when his other hand replaces the first. Oh! That was... A definite surprise!
Not sure what else to do, Abbi moves closer to him because obviously that's the thing to do with waist touching, right? That was why he'd done it, to kind of like... Hug her?
{ A hand on yer waist is not a hug, Little Bit }
Well, duh she knew that. She just didn't know... what to do... With the hand... On her waist asdgflk;dhgf;'lhgm;'lhsgfdnmh;'lf
"She died. Sorta." That line had been delivered a little too flatly and Abbi took a deep breath. OK. It was just a hand on her waist. It wasn't like she'd never been touched on her waist (not by a boy no) and it was just yanno parts (especially never a man) and definitely not a big deal (but it was Ripley and he was special adgslk;fdhsgfdh) not a big deal at all.
But ok storytime.
"S-so... The blonde hair guy wanted to shoot me but Chelsea defended me and Stormy said it was a bad idea and Mr. French thought so too but then the lights w-went out just when Stormy found something in the pile of weapons." The palm up hand, while similar to its brother, provided a new distraction for Abbi so she could concentrate on her story.
"And... No one said it... And no one had to but... But Stormy killed the guy who wanted to shoot me... She protected me." Little ol' Abbi. The girl who had been there when she'd been unpodded, the sweet singer of silly songs and sad, sleepy glances had protected Abbi. It was touching and terrible all at once.
"An-and she got in trouble because of me."" Was she getting overwhelmed with a hand on her waist and feeling bad for Stormy and what had happened?
Yup. With a sniffle, her eyes began to well with tears again.
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Posted: Thu Dec 12, 2013 9:35 am
Had Ripley known the inner turmoil he was causing, he might have said something to calm her down, or even moved away to end it. But as it were he was only privy to her little noises, and those were easily passed off as the little things Abbi did, especially when she seemed to like contact and had only made the noise when it was suddenly gone.
"She didn't die." He said with a certainty. "They just took her out of the game, she's okay." That part was more or less assumed, considering he had seen people who had been shot in the head back up like nothing happened, and well, a shot to the brain was usually considered pretty dead. The grip on her waist was used to briefly squeeze her side against his in a deliberate half-hug.
The way she traced the scarred lines on his palm made him shiver, especially when her fingers brushed along the spaces that still had feeling. Yet he listened on, clinging to her words to prevent himself from putting too much focus on the tingling feeling that ran up his arm. When she started to break down again, she had already put him in a position where he could easily take her hand again to give it a small and reassuring squeeze.
"Stormy is an adult. She knew full well what she was doing, and that there could be consequences. You can't blame yourself for something another adult did on her own volition." He didn't make any further move to calm her down; if she wanted to cry, he wasn't going to stop her, but he couldn't let her continue to talk about it like that, to shoulder the blame that wasn't hers. "If your situations were reversed, and it was you that killed someone to protect Stormy, would you want her to sit there and blame herself that you had to do it?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 12, 2013 8:44 pm
"Well no but... But it probably felt like she had!" That nightmare had been pretty real feeling, especially when she'd hit that iceburg and it had cut her all up. And when the scorpions had stung her... What hadn't felt real was being flipped over on that playing board, that hadn't felt like anything. Just holding the French man's hand and then... Waking up.
But she's swept up into a half hug a moment later and finds herself rather liking all this attention. Ripley was warm and kind, his actions effectively cutting down on her panic, but being this close to him, sober no less, was really spinning her for a loop. Did she... try to hug back? Why was he being this gentle anyways? She might think it was what having a brother should be like had she not already been gifted one, and there was something very much not brotherly about this. But maybe it was only on her end... Maybe... Maybe he didn't feel anything.
But he was making an awful lot of sense.
Abbi shot him a not hurt look, but certainly one of previously unconsidered thoughts before she dropped her gaze to their hands. A sigh fell from her before she replied in a soft voice.
"If I killed someone to protect Stormy... I'd want her to feel happy that she was still alive... Not to feel grateful, but glad that someone cared for her... I'd want her to... Not blame herself one little bit." Which meant she should feel the same.
The teen drew in a breath and laid her fingertips flat against Ripley's hand, pouting in thought for a few moments. How had he cut through all that so quickly? How had he dissolved that guilty fog in her mind with a simple rebuttal? It was... Unnerving and nice all at once.
Not wanting to linger, she resumed her careful perusal of his scars as she shrugged off all her questions to finish telling her story.
"S-so... Then I found Chelsea in the dark and she uh... She found me too." Copped a feel, more like it. "She uh... Couldn't see so she um... Grabbed the wrong part of me. Anyways! Then we found Mr. French and Stormy found us and we found an exit and there was um... This Stars Wars dude who asked for padawans so Mr. French and I went with him and played a game of Bingo. We got to choose any square..." Oh. That was right. "I chose C-6." Would he know why? Maybe this was something she could keep to herself.
"It was wrong I guess because it flipped over and the next thing I remember was... The classroom."
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Posted: Thu Dec 12, 2013 9:11 pm
Ripley had made progress with the blame situation, and felt a small swell of pride as he saw some of the stress melt off of her. Good, that was great! It meant that she could start to get better now, piece by piece. Playing with his hand seemed to help her, and though it still made his skin tingle, he kept it there for her.
"Wrong part of you?" He parroted, his mind going to a distant place at the thought. She hadn't clarified right away, and so his mind was free to wander...right up until he realized what he was trying to imagine, and smartly thought about something else. Mainly bugs. The horrific kind that had, at one point, tried to decapitate him.
He also didn't understand the significance of C-6, and thus didn't comment. It seemed with that the story was over, and he gave her another light squeeze of a hug. "Where you got in trouble, and Finn got hurt." He finished, shaking his head. He didn't really need to ask how Finn was hurt; he imagined the Trainee had snarked to the Death Lead, and that was that. Besides, those weren't details for Abbi to relive. She had enough on her plate as it was.
Speaking of plates...
"You've had a long, horrible day." Ripley acknowledged first, the hand on her knee turning to press his palm against her skin, burned flesh on burned flesh. It didn't rest there long, just enough for a little pat. "But it's over now, and you're here and safe again." That was, and would forever be, the most important point. Everything else you could mend, but a life...that was impossible. "Did you want to try and eat something? We could get something small from the caf." Not that she would be very interested in food, but the offer was still there.
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Posted: Fri Dec 13, 2013 5:11 pm
What a funny thing it was for him to leave his hand out for her to toy and play with at her leisure when before it had always seemed something so hidden, the topic unapproachable. But now... Now its fine! Abbi can't help but marvel at this, her touch on his palm turning playful as she idly walks her fingers from the inside of his wrist up to the tip of his middle finger as she told her story. It was distracting, and more importantly, easier to handle than watching people die.
"Yeah, yanno, second base, no biggie." Her free hand waves through the air, afraid that she has told him too much just now. What he doesn't need to know is that she's never honestly gotten to second base and the fact that a friend got there on accident is a bit embarrassing.
Quick to help, Viveca pipes up that well, she should be embarrassed, she just made his brain go all gutter-y just now whether she'd intended it or not and no one liked to think of little sisters that way.
Resolving to just let it go, Abbi shifted against him a little, tilting over to lean more against him for a few beats before she sat up to give him a terrible pained looked.
"Oh Ripley! It was awful!" The hand on his clenches around his and she does look honestly stricken. "He lectured us and told us we were wrong for trying to survive! That we should have just waited for them to save us and that we had been terrible! And um Mr. Caelius told us to sign this form and called Finn first..." Here she paused to frown down at their hand, hating the turn of events. "And of course he had to act like he was some hot shot with something to prove and tried to get out of it by being a smart butt!"
{ The technical term is 'smart arse' }
"An-and then Mr. Caelius just took out a gun and shot him! He just shot Finn like that! And then he poured this... This stuff on him and it was this ac-acid stuff and it ate his eye away!" She'd had experience with acid, she knew how much it hurt, let alone on something as sensitive and vain as one's face. If her legs were something to hide, to consider hiding one's face was terrible.
But... Food?
The teen tilts her head to one side, cornflower eyes blinking at him.
"Is food your comfort blanket?" She doesn't mean it harshly, but instead says it honestly sweetly, a smile tugging at her mouth.
"But yeah... I think a snack would be good. You'll... Stay with me?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 13, 2013 6:08 pm
Second base. For a moment, Ripley hated himself for looking, even if it was just a quick glance. In order to not draw too much attention to his action he let his gaze drop further as if it was naturally intended, right to their hands. Yes. That was a perfect save. He hadn't just tried to look at a not-yet-legal woman who had been in a life-or-death game.
Oh yes, he really hated himself for it. Thankfully he had something else to think about, and that was the horrible thing that Finn had put himself in. He flinched at the what he was being told, being able to vividly imagine what that would look like. Shots fired and acid to the eye? What had Finn said? Or was the Death Lead just that bad? Otto did warn him, perhaps he should have passed along the warning...
"It sounds horrible, but you're not responsible for Finn." He agreed with her at least, but he did want to put blame out of her thoughts. She was so prone to shouldering it all herself... "He is an adult who knew there would be consequences for his actions. Horrible over the top consequences, but consequences. If anything you should learn from his example by not following his lead." His lead, of course, meaning Finn's. "We'll check on Finn later if you want, or I'll check on him and report back." For a moment he squeezed her hand. "It's a terrible learning experience."
Ripley grinned down at her. "Yes, it is. Plus, you've been through a lot, and you need to eat." She agreed with him anyway, and he was already starting to stand. Once on his feet he turned to face her again. "Unless you want to stay here while I get the food, like last time." One hand was already in his pocket, but the one that she had been playing with was held out down to her, waiting for her answer.
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Posted: Fri Dec 13, 2013 7:02 pm
If she had known he hated himself for looking, if she had been able to even guess that she could make someone want to look, Abbi might have cried again. Half for feeling guilty over making him look, and half because no one had ever bothered to look. She missed the gaze, of course, too busy looking at anywhere else but him. If she looked at him, she might say something stupid (well, stupider than what she normally said), or do something even worse so instead she pretended it didn't matter if he looked at her or not. What her headmate knew was different, but neither of them mentioned it for a variety of polite reasons.
"I know." Abbi began softly, letting her head loll forward a little. "But I still feel bad... It shouldn't have happened... No one could stop him..." She sighed and threw her head back to stare at the ceiling, orange eyebrows pulled down over blue eyes. "Stormy tried to cover for me... Again, yanno... She tried to tell Mr. Caelius that I didn't know... But he didn't listen... He hadn't listened to Finn either." How terrible, to think of their leader in that manner...
"So Stormy's an adult... Finn's an adult... I'm not very adult, am I?" This too was meant as a joke, meant to lighten her stressed and worried mood. But Abbi didn't commit to seeing Finn later, not because she wanted to avoid him, but because she didn't want to see his mangled form with Ripley. That would send her crying more than anything, and she had already been a mess all day. It was terrible she had gotten so weepy, having always prided herself over her waterwork-less ways only now to find she was a weak thing. A part of her (a part whose voice sounded like a bitter Viveca), reminded her that she had cried over friends, but that part was easy to ignore for now.
"I am kinda hungry..." That was the truth, and she couldn't stop the smile that bloomed when he offered her his hand.
It was like something from a game, the sweet man trying to pull the cute girl out of her own personal despairs. Maybe it was too good to be true, but Abbi took the chance and slid her freckled hand into Ripley's.
"Should I change into regular clothes?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 13, 2013 7:31 pm
"I imagine everyone was just stunned. I can't imagine many people try to fight back." He mused. He hadn't been there, but between the horror stories, the Sahara trip due to a tantrum, and what Abbi had told him...that's what seemed most likely. People were too stunned to hear that he was stepping to the plate, not suspecting that the pitcher was actually a flame thrower.
"Live and learn." Was all he could murmur at this point, really not sure what else to say to her. It wasn't okay, not entirely, because they were on a secluded island in the care of a psychopath who handed weapons to people who had no experience with them, and because questioning authority had left Finn with probably one eye and an eternal headache. While it was not okay, there was no way it could get worse, at least right now.
When she didn't answer, he assumed it meant she didn't want to, and made a mental note to just see Finn on his own. It seemed safer that way, all things considered.
"I thought you might be." He nodded, and then gave a shrug to her question. "Whatever you're comfortable with. All we're doing is going to the caf, and coming back here." Here, though, he paused for a moment. "Actually, on the way back, I'd like to swing by my room to pick up a book." Since she seemed keen on keeping him for the night, he might as well bring something, just in case. She had slipped her hand in to his and his fingers closed around hers, pulling her lightly to help her to her feet.
"So? Ready to go, or did you want to change?" Because if so, he was going to step outside.
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Posted: Fri Dec 13, 2013 8:41 pm
After what had happened to Finn, everyone had been too scared to fight back.
"When Stormy tried to stand up for me... I signed her name for her... I don't know her middle name so I couldn't sign that, but I did the best I could... I didn't want her getting into more trouble." Was she trying to explain herself or make herself look good for the situation?
"I don't even know what I signed my name for..." No one had really explained it to her, they just kind of let her go after that...
For a second she was sad he hadn't answered her question about whether or not she was an adult, and avoided his gaze for a few moments more. Maybe she was such a not adult that even mentioning it would ruin everything. So she would just stay quiet and pretend she hadn't asked anything. After all, she had asked him for so much already just because he had been there when she had gotten back to her room...
"A book? What do y'need a book for?" She asked with a lopsided smile as she slid off the bed and to her feet, still holding his hand and hopping up and down on the ground. "Are you gonna read to me?!" Gasp! Undoubtedly Ripley had the best ever narrator voice, it was probably all deep and gravelly and mmmmmmmmmmm o-oh wait--
"Can we sneak around to the caf? Like ninjas?!" Like otome ninjas!?
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