[ getting there made for a decent midnight jog but she's there as fast as she can leisurely make it. there are some odd scratching sounds on the handle before it turns and she lets herself in.
Yin shows up in her usual getup save for trading her jeans for shorts, boots for sneakers, and with a windbreaker draped over her shoulders just in case. the thin fabric seemed to cover her right side more than the left. ]
Pipsqueak! You passed out, yet? [ loud as she is, there is more concern than humor in her tone this time. she does NOT want to be in the papers if the heiress binges out and hurts herself. ]
[The heiress gives a drunken groan from the couch, clutching a pillow tight to her chest. She's dressed down considerably to sleep, wearing only a pair of white boy shorts and a red t-shirt about two sizes too big for her.]
You didn't have to come all the way here. I would have found a way to manage.
[Except the empty bottle of wine on the table shows that she really wouldn't have.]
Uhhhyeah. I can see that. [ being worried does not stop her from being sarcastic. figures that if Vera's mad at her she won't focus on the other shit bothering her. ]
And excuse you? I did have to come all this way. I was "beckoned". [ single hand air-quotes are go, though there is some movement under her jacket. ] Sheesh. Wine? You're gonna be sick as a dog tomorrow.
[ Yin makes her way to the kitchen, draping her jacket over the back of the couch on the way past it. hopefully Vera's kitchen is easy to dig through for a glass. spoilers: she's going for tap water. ]
—you know, it's a lot harder to be mad at you when you're like this. Because I know you're not acting like a bitch for the sake of it. I know you're just fucking drunk.
[ despite the brutal honesty, Yin sounds relieved in a way. things could be worse.
when she's done yammering it's time to deliver the water by holding it out to Vera in her right hand.
well. the thing that's very hand-like but not human at all. probably should have warned her about that. ]
[ though it takes a second for her to dial back how suddenly defensive she felt about it. ] I've been... trying it out. I had no time to take it off and put it away.
[ she sighs, then flexes her new fingers. ] Yeah, I gotta admit, it's pretty cool looking. Works well. Tough as hell. It's just — I still can't figure out why the hell those people at Retrospec sent it to me.
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I thought you liked it.
Never mind I guess.
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and im already on my way
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And the door is unlocked.
I'll keep my ass safe until then.
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Yin shows up in her usual getup save for trading her jeans for shorts, boots for sneakers, and with a windbreaker draped over her shoulders just in case. the thin fabric seemed to cover her right side more than the left. ]
Pipsqueak! You passed out, yet? [ loud as she is, there is more concern than humor in her tone this time. she does NOT want to be in the papers if the heiress binges out and hurts herself. ]
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[The heiress gives a drunken groan from the couch, clutching a pillow tight to her chest. She's dressed down considerably to sleep, wearing only a pair of white boy shorts and a red t-shirt about two sizes too big for her.]
You didn't have to come all the way here. I would have found a way to manage.
[Except the empty bottle of wine on the table shows that she really wouldn't have.]
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And excuse you? I did have to come all this way. I was "beckoned". [ single hand air-quotes are go, though there is some movement under her jacket. ] Sheesh. Wine? You're gonna be sick as a dog tomorrow.
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I don't care... I was going to spend all day in bed tomorrow anyway. I might as well feel better about things now.
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[ Yin stood at the edge of the couch staring down at Vera. ] At least you didn't get high on your own. [ ... ] Or did you?
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[She squirms against the back of the couch until she's sitting up, still clutching the pillow.]
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When's the last time you had some water?
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[ Yin makes her way to the kitchen, draping her jacket over the back of the couch on the way past it. hopefully Vera's kitchen is easy to dig through for a glass. spoilers: she's going for tap water. ]
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Fine, whatever.
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[ despite the brutal honesty, Yin sounds relieved in a way. things could be worse.
when she's done yammering it's time to deliver the water by holding it out to Vera in her right hand.
well. the thing that's very hand-like but not human at all. probably should have warned her about that. ]
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[She huffs, arms crossed. People should be afraid of her. She's strong, she's fierce.
And then Yin walks in
Using her right arm.
That she didn't have before.
And it's metal. That metal. They talked about this before.]
Yin, what the fuck, you actually put it on?!
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Yin frowns. ] Yeah. Is that a problem?
[ though it takes a second for her to dial back how suddenly defensive she felt about it. ] I've been... trying it out. I had no time to take it off and put it away.
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Shit I mean you were so pissed about it the last time we talked... I thought you threw it out or something.
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[She pouts, but does as Yin says. Whatever, she could do a whole dance routine right now if she wanted. Who are you to say she can't?]
Well, it looks good on you, at least.
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[She takes a sip of water.]
So they can fuck with your insecurities.
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[She chugs the rest of her water in a huff.]
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