Envy Adams (
whenshewasnice) wrote2013-07-23 08:12 pm
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Room 227, Tuesday Afternoon
Natalie knew she was going to be accused of moping. That was why her door was only cracked open. She didn't need to openly invite people to judge her.
And she didn't think she was moping, anyway. She was laying back on her bed, looking at the ceiling, but it wasn't moping. She was just thinking. About yesterday morning. About the future. About the huge blind spot she'd had when it came to sharing her plans with Sam.
It wasn't moping, it was contemplation.
Moxy meowed at the door. She didn't get up. The door wasn't closed. He could get out on his own if he really wanted to. She was just going to spend a moment with her thoughts right now.
[ooc: Cracked door, open post!]
And she didn't think she was moping, anyway. She was laying back on her bed, looking at the ceiling, but it wasn't moping. She was just thinking. About yesterday morning. About the future. About the huge blind spot she'd had when it came to sharing her plans with Sam.
It wasn't moping, it was contemplation.
Moxy meowed at the door. She didn't get up. The door wasn't closed. He could get out on his own if he really wanted to. She was just going to spend a moment with her thoughts right now.
[ooc: Cracked door, open post!]

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See. Nice.
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Natalie considered not responding. But that would've been too close to moping. Better not. "I'm in."
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And then he stepped in, giving her a look. "You brooding?"
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Natalie rolled her eyes. "No."
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Hey, she could even have been practising the meditation techniques they were learning in class. (She hadn't shared any of her thoughts there today. And she'd kept her eyes firmly closed.)
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"There's always something more specific than that."
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"And it was mildly confusing and a little painful, as usual."
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It was a rather clinical account, but that was how she worked. Closer something got to her heart, the more neutral the tone. The other option would have been not to talk about it at all.
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She kept her eyes on the ceiling. Wrinkling her nose just a little.
"We've had much worse. Still hurt and got confusing."
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Well, she supposed he was right.
She just felt weird about feeling a little... optimistic after the last few months.
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He mimicked the sound and tilted his head, still looking down at her.
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She glanced at him again. "Are you just going to tower over me?"
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