And even the pain can come in layers. Like an onion. ( Red wrinkles her nose, but she keeps her shoulders straight, tense. She moves from one individual to the next, ending beside Clara.
She'll be the last one. She laughs a little bit at what she says even as she eyes the spirits cautiously though they do not appear to take any offense to what she's saying thankfully. Maybe they are all about being as snooty as they possibly can be. )
Y'know, you're not doing half bad. Your nose could probably be higher up in the air, but guess everyone else around the table has you covered.
( Red sucks in a breath, leaning over beside Clara, and pouring out the last of the tea into her cup. As soon as she does, Red can sense a change - the spirits all start to get up and leave, wishing one another well, stating what a lovely party it's been, but lets not invite that guest over, or that servant may need to be replaced later. )
Looks like that was the ticket, but we should get the fuck out of here before they all restart or something. ( She sets the teapot aside, glancing down at Clara. )
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She'll be the last one. She laughs a little bit at what she says even as she eyes the spirits cautiously though they do not appear to take any offense to what she's saying thankfully. Maybe they are all about being as snooty as they possibly can be. )
Y'know, you're not doing half bad. Your nose could probably be higher up in the air, but guess everyone else around the table has you covered.
( Red sucks in a breath, leaning over beside Clara, and pouring out the last of the tea into her cup. As soon as she does, Red can sense a change - the spirits all start to get up and leave, wishing one another well, stating what a lovely party it's been, but lets not invite that guest over, or that servant may need to be replaced later. )
Looks like that was the ticket, but we should get the fuck out of here before they all restart or something. ( She sets the teapot aside, glancing down at Clara. )