A set of twin hair buns escorts us back toward the entrance and sees us off. I find myself walking beside my new... shall we call her a friend at this point? Anyway, I travel without a direction of my own for a while.
Assuming she is walking to her place and wanting to make sure she makes it there. Though when I ask, I learn she was just walking wherever! And then she begins to just talk and talk once I opened that ’door’.
About this and that, like she had been holding back the whole time I was eating before. I learn more about her that I’m not sure has much value, but does seem to make her smile to talk about.
> She’s a happy-go-lucky person... unless you deny her alcohol. I’ll remember that. But having been inside this look for this long, I’m starting to feel it is only a subjective difference. Then and now, I’m sure I could turn heads when I try. If I hadn’t made the other funds, it would certainly have provided me with independence and the ability to pay Kyrie back. Though I’d have nothing much to prepare for the Apocalypse with. Do what I say, not what I do. <
If she wants to ’mother’ me, then she is clearly the kind who embodies that sort of phrase which the Queen Mother loved - in our own language’s form of it. This time her hands grab firmly onto my shoulders and she gets much, much too close.
"By the way, your jacket and shorts are just awful. Awful awful. Please do not wear them to the test interview."
I want to be happy about finally getting to her with my choice of clothing, but the smell of sweet alcohol and fish on her breath is very unpleasant. I lightly place my hand over her mouth and push her gently away.
"If I go through with this, I will not intentionally try to ruin your reputation. Do not worry."
"Good. Just because those two things did not matter at all to one of the most powerful people in the city... while you took charge of her? Oh yes, I think you can handle a few bossy photographers."
Pulling out my phone and turning on the camera flash, I stun her with it and storm off.