voice reply;princeishFebruary 12 2008, 01:58:22 UTC
[takes a minute or two and once she’s finished, shaking violently, angry tears slide over her face] Why. It doesn’t ... why would they ... I don’t understand it.
Re: voice reply;loves_romanceFebruary 12 2008, 02:00:28 UTC
*and she pulls her hairtie out with one hand, while holding the rest of Utena's hair with the other, reaching down to tie her friend's hair back and out of the way*
*gently lets her hair go so she can step to the sink close by and we down a washcloth with cold water and fill a glass with the same cold water as well*
voice reply;princeishFebruary 12 2008, 02:10:32 UTC
I c-can’t ... wakaba, don’t. please ... [that’s all she can manage before she’s over the toilet again, sickened by the whole thing, her whole being in total shock]
voice reply;loves_romanceFebruary 12 2008, 02:11:57 UTC
I'm not going anywhere, Utena. I promise. *and she's gently wiping the back of her friend's neck with the wet towel, keeping her hair out of the way for her, trying not to wince too much at the sounds of retching*
[He moved and stood in the doorway, checking on the two girls, a glass of fresh ice water in his hand from the kitchen. He had by now become completely desensitized to such violence. It was easy to forget sometimes how much it could affect others.]
[When she seemed to be finished--at least for the time being, he stepped forward.]
Utena-san. [He reached around Wakaba and placed a hand on her shoulder, holding the glass forward so that she could see it if she wanted it.]
[still shaking, the girl accepts the water gratefully and drinks it, slow, trying to make sense of all this] Th-thank you ... both of you ... I’ll be fine.
*squeaks, a little started, as Akio leans around her, and as much as she does like him--she does step out of the way a little bit, just to make more room, put keeps holding the wet washcloth on the back of Utena's neck.*
[after a few more minutes recovering-Utena stands on weak legs, downing the rest of the water and using the washcloth to scrub her face a little, before turning to face them both]
Heh, see? I’m better already. [sheepish, she pats Wakaba on the shoulder, glancing between them]
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*is following, frantically rushing over to gather up the girl's hair and holding it up and out of the way*
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[takes a minute or two and once she’s finished, shaking violently, angry tears slide over her face] Why. It doesn’t ... why would they ... I don’t understand it.
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*gently lets her hair go so she can step to the sink close by and we down a washcloth with cold water and fill a glass with the same cold water as well*
Utena? What happened?
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I c-can’t ... wakaba, don’t. please ... [that’s all she can manage before she’s over the toilet again, sickened by the whole thing, her whole being in total shock]
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[When she seemed to be finished--at least for the time being, he stepped forward.]
Utena-san. [He reached around Wakaba and placed a hand on her shoulder, holding the glass forward so that she could see it if she wanted it.]
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[still shaking, the girl accepts the water gratefully and drinks it, slow, trying to make sense of all this] Th-thank you ... both of you ... I’ll be fine.
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[after a few more minutes recovering-Utena stands on weak legs, downing the rest of the water and using the washcloth to scrub her face a little, before turning to face them both]
Heh, see? I’m better already. [sheepish, she pats Wakaba on the shoulder, glancing between them]
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