( is that helping? knowing the technical terms? it feels like it's helping a lot.
but when she looks down at her hands to inspect for damage, they're maybe shaking a little. )
I don't think I touched it. I'm not — ( dying? again? ) — it doesn't hurt.
( know what kinda stings? the slowly purpling boot print just visible in the neckline cut of her party dress. if she tongues at her split lip, that smarts too, and it's really a good thing there's no chance of smiling right now, lest it re-open and start bleeding afresh. mental inventory of physical complaints completed, she's finally looking at natsuno's face again — notes that empty, indescribable panic that so sharply juxtaposes her ruddy cheeked, sweaty nervous response — and belatedly feels bad. the shit she drags this boy into... )
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( is that helping? knowing the technical terms? it feels like it's helping a lot.
but when she looks down at her hands to inspect for damage, they're maybe shaking a little. )
I don't think I touched it. I'm not — ( dying? again? ) — it doesn't hurt.
( know what kinda stings? the slowly purpling boot print just visible in the neckline cut of her party dress. if she tongues at her split lip, that smarts too, and it's really a good thing there's no chance of smiling right now, lest it re-open and start bleeding afresh. mental inventory of physical complaints completed, she's finally looking at natsuno's face again — notes that empty, indescribable panic that so sharply juxtaposes her ruddy cheeked, sweaty nervous response — and belatedly feels bad. the shit she drags this boy into... )