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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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[patisseriemargo]

[ He was on his way to the library, he could have been there in less than a minute had he not passed Miranda. It would have been easier to continue walking had she not been crying...

Link sighs telling himself that what verbal abuse he was about to take was for the sake of the exorcists... or it had better be. ]

Something appears to be ailing you.

[failingfelicity]

[She stiffens at his voice, immediately trying to hide the fact that she's close to tears.]

I-I'm fine.

[patisseriemargo]

[ Nary a detail escape this man's observational abilities. ]

Based on your appearance and composure alone I'll have to disagree with that statement. If you are feeling down..[ Spirits above this was difficult. ] perhaps it would be best if you spoke to someone about it.

[ Like Allison. Or Allison. And not him. ]

[failingfelicity]

I know that. [Her tone is tense, the words snapped.] I don't need your pity, or advice.

[patisseriemargo]

Believe me pity is the last thing I'm trying to offer. I'm simply suggesting that rather than let yourself suffer when you clearly are, for the benefit of yourself [ and everyone else ] I can only recommend speaking to someone who could listen.

[ If it's not obvious Links comforting skills are second to all. ]

[failingfelicity]

I know what to do! [She inhales sharply, obviously trying to keep a hold of herself- more emotionally than otherwise.] I... I-I'll go talk to Allison in a while.