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lotte karsten {christine daaé} (still_lotte) wrote in bellumlogs,

“Well, best of luck,” Lotte said with a firm nod. “With finding a new job or thinking of something else.” And hopefully he’d done a better job of saving money and being prepared for this sort of crisis then she’d been. She smiled up at him, trusting that he would – he seemed to have his head in the right place after all.

She watched his expression, finding it difficult to keep back a grin. Still, she looked away, shaking her head to glance down whatever floor they were on – it was getting harder to keep track, as they looked the same in the dark, saying, “Everyone looks foolish in dance classes. It can’t be helped, but you’d at least be in good company.” Finding nothing, though she hadn’t expected to, she turned back shrugging. “It’s only three steps you need to know after all and one-two-three, one-two-three repeated onwards.” It was said a bit more matter-of-factly than her earlier statements. And if she hummed slightly to express her point, she was hardly aware of it – it was instinctual and uncorrected because she was becoming more tired.

A minute later, she cut herself off without realizing it. “How much time do you think we have left?” Lotte asked. She’d never been one to wear a watch, even though she had her phone. She let her beam fall downwards, pausing to dig out her phone. A beat and then she stopped, looking up in a bit of horror. “Not that I’m not enjoying talking to you – far from it, really – I’m just curious-” She ducked her head, embarrassment overcoming her.