[A low rumble sputters in her throat. ...Is she snickering?
Yep. She's snickering.]
Continue to tell yourself that, if it pleases you.
[It'll only make it worse for himself later. To keep denying it's their reality, now. She uncurls herself and looks away. Toward where their "company" had come from. Of course she'd find another drunkard.]
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Yep. She's snickering.]
Continue to tell yourself that, if it pleases you.
[It'll only make it worse for himself later. To keep denying it's their reality, now. She uncurls herself and looks away. Toward where their "company" had come from. Of course she'd find another drunkard.]