[ lumine can't tell if she's still drunk. a part of her seems to indicate that she still is, her consciousness a mess of thoughts and memories. like someone has just shoved her brain into a blender and then placed it back in her brain. another part of her is starting to sober up, recalling certain instances, reminders ...
there's a rejection prepared on the tip of her tongue, purposefully worded. she doesn't want to impose, for one. for another, the last thing she wants is for them to have another ridiculous vision. ]
The bed is big enough for the both of us ... [ she averts her gaze again, frowning. ] Do you have a shirt I can use instead?
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there's a rejection prepared on the tip of her tongue, purposefully worded. she doesn't want to impose, for one. for another, the last thing she wants is for them to have another ridiculous vision. ]
The bed is big enough for the both of us ... [ she averts her gaze again, frowning. ] Do you have a shirt I can use instead?