[ When he leans in to growl his demand at her, Lottie feels like vomiting. Her shaking worsens, and she feels even more light headed the longer he talks to her. Luckily, she holds back on giving into that sensation, instead swallowing whatever bile is gathering at the back of her throat and cries even harder. Her teeth bite furiously at her lip, almost scared of what he might do if she doesn't comply and stay quiet.
But even if Gen is an asshole, he wouldn't do anything, right? After all, he's helping her.. Right? Still, he isn't reacting to what just happened. Not like she is. Just how sick is he?
There's some hesitation on Lottie's end, staring up at him and trying not to flex her good hand lest it break. Truthfully, her legs feel like lead, but they aren't as delicate as her broken hand once was. And while she isn't sure what the hell going to someplace quieter would do (is he going to kill her? Is this how she's going to die?), it'd be nice getting up. But she doesn't answer that question right away, instead tries to ask: ]
S-shouldn't we.. Maybe we can..!
[ Put her back together, she wants to say, but her voice dies out in a raspy whisper. ]
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But even if Gen is an asshole, he wouldn't do anything, right? After all, he's helping her.. Right? Still, he isn't reacting to what just happened. Not like she is. Just how sick is he?
There's some hesitation on Lottie's end, staring up at him and trying not to flex her good hand lest it break. Truthfully, her legs feel like lead, but they aren't as delicate as her broken hand once was. And while she isn't sure what the hell going to someplace quieter would do (is he going to kill her? Is this how she's going to die?), it'd be nice getting up. But she doesn't answer that question right away, instead tries to ask: ]
S-shouldn't we.. Maybe we can..!
[ Put her back together, she wants to say, but her voice dies out in a raspy whisper. ]