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[May. 4th, 2009|07:35 pm] |
*gets in after another long, subdued day at the office*
*thought, at first, that the greyed-out atmosphere was all in her own mind (guilt has a way of clogging everything else)* *but no, everything's gone so quiet now, between the extra workload and Ecthelion's persistent silence* *would insist that he get out (sir), eat something (sir), smile (sir), but she's damaged the space between them and she doesn't know how to fix it*
*lets her things fall on the couch, and lets herself fall beside them, and doesn't even think about moving again* |
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[May. 4th, 2009|11:04 pm] |
*Through the wonders of feminine intuition, divines that her erstwhile flatmate has had a bad day.*
*Ensures that Bad Day At The Office contingencies are in place:
Ice Cream in the freezer: Check.
Wide selection of take out menus on display: Check.
Dirty dancing DVD: In the player, ready to go.* |
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[May. 4th, 2009|11:46 pm] |
*early in the morning, manages to work up the courage to leave his apartment (aided by a shot of whiskey and a stern talking-to from his mother)* *clutches his bag against his chest as she shepherds him through the Flower and does not make eye-contact with a single one of his employees (and so he cannot see their shocked or not-shocked expressions)*
*sits quietly in the back of the taxi, trembling very minutely, and worrying at his thumbnail (ignoring his mother's sharp reprimand that there will be nothing left) and is surprised when the taxi pulls up at the station* *climbs out of the car, legs wobbling slightly, and is utterly disoriented as he looks up at the station* |
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depressed
stressed
scared