[ (Do u really think Lucina makes enough money to reupholster their furniture bc her deadbeat boyfriend decided to fingerpaint all over it in blood...)
She breathes in sharply when he finally wakes, her own nerves frayed from lingering uncertainty, spiking as her attention snaps to Jason. (She's expecting sudden aggression, another attack, chipped tile and broken fixtures.)
...But he's worn (of course he should be tired), actually rational this time. That surprises her more than anything, like the empty click of a gun after spinning a half-loaded barrel. It takes her an added moment to interpret what he's asking her, and her expression instinctively softens to something more sympathetic, even if her response is a bit stiff. ]
...Not entirely, if I must be honest.
[ (Translation: She wants her money back.) She doesn't trust his current state enough to turn her back to him, and slowly moves to the sink, filling up a cup of water for him and setting it on the floor as she sits, too. (Miracle they still have utilities running.) She scoots the drink towards the bathtub with a nudge of her foot, knowing better than to get too close. (...Don't worry, the cup has been washed, I'm not so cruel as to noncon an indirect and minty kissu with Lucina on Jason.) ]
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boyfriend decided to fingerpaint all over it in blood...)She breathes in sharply when he finally wakes, her own nerves frayed from lingering uncertainty, spiking as her attention snaps to Jason. (She's expecting sudden aggression, another attack, chipped tile and broken fixtures.)
...But he's worn (of course he should be tired), actually rational this time. That surprises her more than anything, like the empty click of a gun after spinning a half-loaded barrel. It takes her an added moment to interpret what he's asking her, and her expression instinctively softens to something more sympathetic, even if her response is a bit stiff. ]
...Not entirely, if I must be honest.
[ (Translation: She wants her money back.) She doesn't trust his current state enough to turn her back to him, and slowly moves to the sink, filling up a cup of water for him and setting it on the floor as she sits, too. (Miracle they still have utilities running.) She scoots the drink towards the bathtub with a nudge of her foot, knowing better than to get too close. (...Don't worry, the cup has been washed, I'm not so cruel as to noncon an indirect and minty kissu with Lucina on Jason.) ]