[ She takes a wide look at the cafe they walk into and.. In a weird way, she can see why Eustace would come here. Nondescript, no one is fawning over them being Aions, and more importantly: Misa's carefully, considerately, crafted offer to snag a spot just for them. Lottie tries not to look down at Misa, because she knows there's a reason why she's speaking so softly. Everyone is listening, even in a gorgeous place like this, and who knows what they might say.
At least, this, paranoia is something she can live with (gossip). Not the paranoia of constantly battling with her morals and random people probably plotting to kill them all.
Lottie leans her head ever so slightly towards Misa's, strands of green brushing against the very top of her head. She's considerably less stiff beside her, knowing that she's doing her more than a favor by taking her hear after her display at the Citadel. Because that's what friends are for, right? She tries to smile, to play it overtly 'cool' here before they disappear, and pipes up: ]
Y-yeah.. Let's grab a table and some tea!
[ Her enthusiasm dies down the tiniest bit, though, when she brings a hand to touch her cheek. She feels the remnants of her tears drying along them, the bare touch of wet along her fingertips, and she whispers to her. ]
I don't look that bad, do I?
[ In other words, if she goes up to order for them, will it cause a social stir? Questions?! ]
[ Misa spares a glance up towards Lottie herself, gauging for herself the state of the other woman. The tear stains on her face certainly aren't doing her any favors— especially not when the news about the prisoners is so abuzz about the city. Misa waves a hand, keeping close. ]
Well, er— it'll be fine![ She neither confirms nor denies whether Lottie looks "that" bad - which, in turn, basically implies that she does look some degree of bad. ] If anyone asks anything, we'll just say it's boy troubles, or something else.
[ Why try to cover up something so obvious? The easiest way to go undetected is to lie in plain sight, of course. And who would suspect two pretty, young women of anything as nefarious as being conflicted over the sight over their sworn enemies being admonished in public? Misa pulls them both along to the counter - the worker there seems to recognize Misa, from the way she frequents the area. And with both their shards hidden, they're just two regular citizens of Achamoth. Misa chatters happily with the attendant to draw attention away, and once the two of them have ordered their teas, they're informed it'll be brought to their table in a matter of minutes. And more importantly, when they're at the (relative) privacy of their table, Misa's able to return to the matter at hand. ]
See? We'll be fine here. [ As Misa settles in, her eyes glance out the window. ] Until you're ready to head back.
[ Because the same sight will be waiting for them, she wouldn't deny that. But she could accept that it takes time to getting used to - time they have the opportunity to take. ]
[ the pain of knowing she would do the same thing so the fact this is happening to her is even worse ]
Yeah.. Boy troubles..
[ Lottie has to hold back the eesh that she wants to let loose at fully knowing she's looking less optimal right now, but Misa's quick thinking makes her a little less stressed about it (all considering she has been basically sidelining some public torture for an hour). She follows her lead to the counter and is simultaneously amazed at how easy Misa makes socializing in distress look, all the while making Lottie seem like a natural fixture beside her.. Even in this state.
They take a seat at their table, and she looks at Misa beneath wet lashes, twiddling her thumbs on her lap beneath the table. ]
I don't think I'll be ready for a while.. I need to just, [ She can't stop herself from following her companions trail of sight, joining in after a moment. ] pretend like this is the reason I'm out tonight. Doing something fun instead of..
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
no subject
At least, this, paranoia is something she can live with (gossip). Not the paranoia of constantly battling with her morals and random people probably plotting to kill them all.
Lottie leans her head ever so slightly towards Misa's, strands of green brushing against the very top of her head. She's considerably less stiff beside her, knowing that she's doing her more than a favor by taking her hear after her display at the Citadel. Because that's what friends are for, right? She tries to smile, to play it overtly 'cool' here before they disappear, and pipes up: ]
Y-yeah.. Let's grab a table and some tea!
[ Her enthusiasm dies down the tiniest bit, though, when she brings a hand to touch her cheek. She feels the remnants of her tears drying along them, the bare touch of wet along her fingertips, and she whispers to her. ]
I don't look that bad, do I?
[ In other words, if she goes up to order for them, will it cause a social stir? Questions?! ]
no subject
Well, er— it'll be fine![ She neither confirms nor denies whether Lottie looks "that" bad - which, in turn, basically implies that she does look some degree of bad. ] If anyone asks anything, we'll just say it's boy troubles, or something else.
[ Why try to cover up something so obvious? The easiest way to go undetected is to lie in plain sight, of course. And who would suspect two pretty, young women of anything as nefarious as being conflicted over the sight over their sworn enemies being admonished in public? Misa pulls them both along to the counter - the worker there seems to recognize Misa, from the way she frequents the area. And with both their shards hidden, they're just two regular citizens of Achamoth. Misa chatters happily with the attendant to draw attention away, and once the two of them have ordered their teas, they're informed it'll be brought to their table in a matter of minutes. And more importantly, when they're at the (relative) privacy of their table, Misa's able to return to the matter at hand. ]
See? We'll be fine here. [ As Misa settles in, her eyes glance out the window. ] Until you're ready to head back.
[ Because the same sight will be waiting for them, she wouldn't deny that. But she could accept that it takes time to getting used to - time they have the opportunity to take. ]
no subject
Yeah.. Boy troubles..
[ Lottie has to hold back the eesh that she wants to let loose at fully knowing she's looking less optimal right now, but Misa's quick thinking makes her a little less stressed about it (all considering she has been basically sidelining some public torture for an hour). She follows her lead to the counter and is simultaneously amazed at how easy Misa makes socializing in distress look, all the while making Lottie seem like a natural fixture beside her.. Even in this state.
They take a seat at their table, and she looks at Misa beneath wet lashes, twiddling her thumbs on her lap beneath the table. ]
I don't think I'll be ready for a while.. I need to just, [ She can't stop herself from following her companions trail of sight, joining in after a moment. ] pretend like this is the reason I'm out tonight. Doing something fun instead of..