[ if Lois really examined herself, she'd be wondering why she's accepting strange fruit from a strange place at all, and even playing games, but—no harm, no foul. not yet, anyway. a restlessness settles in her chest; not the kind that can be shaken off with any physical activity.
she's secretly glad Soo-Won said no to her last two orange pieces and just barely has enough awareness to feel a modicum of shame about it. ]
Do you think there are any other oranges? Maybe that'll help.
[the dim, logical part of his brain wants to answer immediately-- no?? how would they help?? but those thoughts are currently being overshadowed by the need for another bite]
Oh-- maybe?
[he crouches down in front of the gachapon machine and gives it a little tap]
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[ if Lois really examined herself, she'd be wondering why she's accepting strange fruit from a strange place at all, and even playing games, but—no harm, no foul. not yet, anyway. a restlessness settles in her chest; not the kind that can be shaken off with any physical activity.
she's secretly glad Soo-Won said no to her last two orange pieces and just barely has enough awareness to feel a modicum of shame about it. ]
Do you think there are any other oranges? Maybe that'll help.
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Oh-- maybe?
[he crouches down in front of the gachapon machine and gives it a little tap]
There has to be more in there somewhere, right?