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[longwei2go]

Jinjing Sawyl Longwei

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[longwei2go]

[ Yin frowned hard. it takes a lot of self-control to keep from commenting on that. what better way to deflect than to focus on a more recent pain? ]

She move out already?

[heiroglyphs]

Yeah, she's long gone.

[Vera sighs, sinking back against the couch.]

Whatever, I'm used to being alone.

[longwei2go]

So, is the over-size shirt yours, or hers? [ yeah, she noticed. ]

[heiroglyphs]

[The heiress hugs her knees to her chest.]

It's her's...

[longwei2go]

[ Yin made a disapproving face. ] You were dating for... what? A month? Two?

[heiroglyphs]

Almost four. We've been keeping it a secret.

[longwei2go]

Really? Heh. Damn. I guess I was too slow.

[ for what? she doesn't explain. instead she just turns and heads on toward the doors to figure out which room was Vera's and which was Vic's. ]

[heiroglyphs]

[And she'll be surprised to find there is only one bedroom. The other room in the hallway is filled with gym equipment.]

We tried not to be too touchy in public, have people think we're good friends and not... good friends.

[longwei2go]

Uh-huh. Just gals being pals, right? [ she can spot the occupied room easy enough but the gym equipment surprises her. ] I know how...

Hell-o... What have we here?

[heiroglyphs]

What? What's "here"?

[She sits up on the couch to try and see what Yin is seeing.]

Ugh. You can't tell me to sit down then wander off like that.

[longwei2go]

The work-out room! [ Yin sticks her head into it, but raises her voice. ] I mean, this looks more like my jam than either of you. What gives?

[heiroglyphs]

They were mostly for Vic, I don't really know how half of them work. I pretty much just use the treadmill and some stuff for my arms and back.

[longwei2go]

The book nerd? I thought she looked a little more buff when I last saw her. Guess that explains it.

[ Yin steps into it and starts to get a closer look at the equipment. mostly checking if it was new or well-used and debating testing it out for herself. she picks up a dumbbell with her right hand and flexes it a few times. easy. ]

[heiroglyphs]

She... wanted to be in the Olympics.

[She wrings her hands in her lap, before getting up with a sigh and going into the kitchen to pour herself another drink.]

[longwei2go]

Seriously? Hah! [ there's some more clanging as she set the piece down and sat down on a bench. ] So is she just gonna leave it here? I mean, if you're not gonna use it...

[heiroglyphs]

[Sorry, Yin, she's not answering that. She's too busy sitting at the kitchen table with her head buried in her arms.]

[longwei2go]

[ the silence is worrisome, so a few moments later she's coming back out of the side room and into the kitchen. ] Starting to feel it, yet?

[heiroglyphs]

I dunno... I guess so.

[She sits up a bit, finishing off the meager glass she had poured for herself earlier.]

[longwei2go]

I figured.

Take off your shirt.

[heiroglyphs]

Huh? Why would I do that?

[longwei2go]

Because it's hers and you won't need it anymore.

[heiroglyphs]

But...

[She wants to need it. It's warm, and comfy, and smells like her. How is she supposed to throw that away?]

[longwei2go]

[ Yin stretched out her right hand and beckoned with the fingers expectantly. ] This is step one. C'mon.

[heiroglyphs]

I don't know if I'm ready to move on...

[But this is what she called Yin for, right? Her head is swimming right now, it's hard to remember what her intentions were. All she knows is that she wants to feel better, and maybe right now she just needs to do this and worry about the consequences later.

With a deep breath, she grabs the collar of the t-shirt and pulls upwards until it's removed, and the lithe pale frame beneath is exposed. Covering her breasts with one arm, she extends the other to place the shirt in Yin's waiting hand.]

Don't... throw it out or anything, okay?

[longwei2go]

You're ready to drink yourself stupid, but this is something you're unsure about?

[ Yin takes the shirt and turns away so she can roll it up like a sweaty gym sock and not get caught staring. ] I won't. I just can't stand seeing it right now.

Hang on and I'll get you a new one. [ which of course means heading to the bedroom and raiding the dressers. god only knows what she'll find if she's given free reign in there. ]