[ He keeps his pace and all she does is just.. Watch the back of his head as he plows ahead, takes note of just how muddied that poor suit of his is. It probably looked nice, once upon a time. Pretty and pristine — and then the dumber part of her brain wonders if you always have to look nice to try and seek audience with an Egyptian god? Any god, really. She keeps her gait the same way it was, because she's the only one who really knows the path to get out of here, into the open.
He looks back to her, all in one decision deciding to wait since somewhere he realized that, too — and she returns his smile. It's something small and light, vaguely tired. He didn't have to add that, she wasn't going to ask him to explain upon that 'yes' (she can read a room, sometimes), but he does and it's kind of funny. She almost laughs, at that, but is stopped short when he asks her the same question.
The surprise shows on her face — and Lottie doesn't think to school it. There's no reason for her to. She looks a little puzzled in the moments following, brows pinching together. When was the last time anyone asked her that? When was the last time she even talked about what she was doing before all this? About her life?
(The answer is: no one has, no one does. Everyone is so in the now the past is something that's never thought about, and that's normal, right?) ]
I just got back from my friend's bachelorette party. [ Even saying 'just got back' is strange. Makes her wonder how things would've turned out if nothing got destroyed. ] ..It was a shit show.
[ 'Shit show' is said semi-fondly, now, because it was terrible for everybody involved, but at least it was normal. A situation that would become the least of her problems. She gives a little shrug, follows it up with: ]
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He looks back to her, all in one decision deciding to wait since somewhere he realized that, too — and she returns his smile. It's something small and light, vaguely tired. He didn't have to add that, she wasn't going to ask him to explain upon that 'yes' (she can read a room, sometimes), but he does and it's kind of funny. She almost laughs, at that, but is stopped short when he asks her the same question.
The surprise shows on her face — and Lottie doesn't think to school it. There's no reason for her to. She looks a little puzzled in the moments following, brows pinching together. When was the last time anyone asked her that? When was the last time she even talked about what she was doing before all this? About her life?
(The answer is: no one has, no one does. Everyone is so in the now the past is something that's never thought about, and that's normal, right?) ]
I just got back from my friend's bachelorette party. [ Even saying 'just got back' is strange. Makes her wonder how things would've turned out if nothing got destroyed. ] ..It was a shit show.
[ 'Shit show' is said semi-fondly, now, because it was terrible for everybody involved, but at least it was normal. A situation that would become the least of her problems. She gives a little shrug, follows it up with: ]
..That was like, a year ago, though.