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[failedfelicity]

[Miranda is leaning heavily against a wall, a playing card clutched carefully, tightly in her hand. Her eyes are screwed shut, and occasionally she releases a shivering, shuddering breath to fight back tears.]

You damn... Idiot.

((Drop fallout, expect angst and tears yada yada yada!))

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[stainedlotus]

[Debating with himself a moment before just kneeling down in front of her.]

Miranda?

[failingfelicity]

[Startling, and jerking her head back- banging it against the wall.]

Owe!

[stainedlotus]

[...Welp.]

You okay?

[failingfelicity]

I'm fine...

[stainedlotus]

...Right. [Because he totally believes that after you banged you head against the wall.]

[failingfelicity]

[Her head is harder than it looks, man. Miranda half-heartedly glares.]

It's none of your business, anyways.

[stainedlotus]

[...You know glares don't work on him, right? Unless you're Star, then they work.]

Says the one curled up out in the middle of a hallway.

[failingfelicity]

[She can try, at least |D]

[She smacks at him.] It's none of your business, I said!

[stainedlotus]

Suit yourself. [And he's getting back up to leave.]

[failingfelicity]

[Getting to her feet now, heading South.] I will.

[stainedlotus]

[Just a snort for you then.]