[Such theatrics! She can't help but grin, even though this announcement has definitely attracted a few glances.
Her feet shuffle a little in excitement as he takes the next card, but...]
Huh? [If the universe is just a simulation?
Her expression falls, an unpleasant twist in her stomach as she considers the question. Why does that make her feel so—
She glances to their joined hands, then to Mista's face, searching. And then.
It happens quickly on the outside, of course, from discomfort to panic over the span of a few seconds. But in her head it seems to take forever, recounting the excruciating moments of...of watching herself? Of watching herself, and someone else (ą̶̫̝̞͍̜̿́̌͘ ̸̝̥͚̉̍̋ͅb̶̳̬̏ơ̴̪̙̟̗̲͋̅y̷̧̹͔͚̅?̸̣̟̤̬͓͗͝) and remembering confessions of illness, of love, of pain—
She remembers seeing her own dead body.
She remembers the universe breaking. Taking the place of that dead body at the end of a rope, on the edge of choking to death and nearly blind with fear until someone swoops in and saves her. Someone—a boy?—other people, and a boy who...who promises to protect her. Who looks like...
Her eyes find his face again, unfocused and wide with remembered fear, her face pale and breaking out in sweat along the edge of her hairline. Her free hand rests at her neck, and where they still touch she holds him in a vice. There's one deep, trembling breath as she tries to shake off the horrible grip of the...whatever it was, so she can think.] S— sorry...
[Beneath her sleeve, something glows with a soft red light.]
SLOW APPLAUSE... also CW: suicide, hanging, unreality, etc. u know.
Her feet shuffle a little in excitement as he takes the next card, but...]
Huh? [If the universe is just a simulation?
Her expression falls, an unpleasant twist in her stomach as she considers the question. Why does that make her feel so—
She glances to their joined hands, then to Mista's face, searching. And then.
It happens quickly on the outside, of course, from discomfort to panic over the span of a few seconds. But in her head it seems to take forever, recounting the excruciating moments of...of watching herself? Of watching herself, and someone else (ą̶̫̝̞͍̜̿́̌͘ ̸̝̥͚̉̍̋ͅb̶̳̬̏ơ̴̪̙̟̗̲͋̅y̷̧̹͔͚̅?̸̣̟̤̬͓͗͝) and remembering confessions of illness, of love, of pain—
She remembers seeing her own dead body.
She remembers the universe breaking. Taking the place of that dead body at the end of a rope, on the edge of choking to death and nearly blind with fear until someone swoops in and saves her. Someone—a boy?—other people, and a boy who...who promises to protect her. Who looks like...
Her eyes find his face again, unfocused and wide with remembered fear, her face pale and breaking out in sweat along the edge of her hairline. Her free hand rests at her neck, and where they still touch she holds him in a vice. There's one deep, trembling breath as she tries to shake off the horrible grip of the...whatever it was, so she can think.] S— sorry...
[Beneath her sleeve, something glows with a soft red light.]