Who: Contessa & Tavy Why: Tess wants to tell him something Where: Their flat, living room When: After her journals What: Conversation Rating: Low
Contessa paced around the living room, arms folded around her. She hadn't wanted to talk him just yet, but she'd been rocked by a few things in her journal entry and her brain wanted it to be spit out before things soured between them. Tessa worried about such things as he was her closest friend. She unfolded her arms and pulled her long hair over her shoulder to play with. She'd already decided to throw the costume in the back of the closet and not look at it again, but she still wanted to talk to Tavy. Sometimes she hated being her - she didn't think she blamed her issues on society, she had one solid cause of a lot of her issues and she had been working on them. Or so she thought. Now she was paranoid but she was going to do the best she could not to sound it. When Tavy'd come out, she would be perched on the back of the couch, back to him, head down, staring at the couch seat with a single mindedness that was disconcerting. All she wanted to do was say something then try very hard to be normal.