（ ₀₄. ） ❝ this weakness i feel ❞
( there's a sway to her stance as snaps out of her droned state, blinking and glancing down to the vegetables she had been chopping up and the little band-aids on her hands with a bit of confusion. Drone or not, guess I still can't properly chop anything to save myself.
she takes a moment and stands oddly still, trying to catch her balance and will the pounding headache away before placing knife down and walking out of the kitchen and toward the nearest calender. sure the headache was starting to take it's toll, but learning she had lost almost a week was like a slap in the face. mostly because she had no idea why she was droned in the first place...
she only gives the thought a moment before pushing it aside and walking to the phone, sighing briefly, before finally speaking; )
A-ah, guess that's over and done with.
Florence, Marie, Elizabeth; you three are okay, right? Napoleon, Hitler; the same goes for you two as well. Freud, well I just trust you're the same as ever. ( pause. ) Hopefully shopping helped with your "depression" England and you haven't gone and gotten worse.
... Also, Florence? Do you think you can come over, seems I've made a mess of my hands.