*he looks at what she wrote, and then back to her* Ok, I definitely know you talked. We talked at least twice, once about how I had rage issues on my computer, and then last night. I believe you even called me a wuss or something along that line until I kept drinking. So either you have an identical twin who's a complete asshat, or you're hiding something.
[ another frown. damn that stupid man for talking to people and not letting her know ahead of time! she can't remember anything that happens when he takes over and does whatever it is he does. normally, delaney would be the one to pull her out of bed and sneak off, likely much quieter than the volume piper had attempted, so the conversations would go a little better, but this just isn't fair.
she presses her mouth into another thin line, looking rather upset at whatever reason she's having to explain this for. she looks down at her paper and begins to write again.
"I'm insulted you'd call me a liar. I don't talk. I can't. It's impossible."
she'll just keep it to herself that carter can. it's just she who can't. trust her, she's tried on many occasions. it's why she has a therapist in the first place. but, she'll keep that to herself as long as possible. she doesn't need for anything to get out about her voices. ]
[ he doesn't really need to know what happened last night other than the fact that piper's thighs hurt a bit and there are small bruises on her thighs, likely from being gripped so hard. after all, carter talks and really likes to make people angry.
she tucks her pen behind her ear, folding her arms as she contemplates his apology. really, she should be the one to say she's sorry, but she's not really the one who should apologise for carter's cattiness.
piper offers a small smile and a shrug, lifting her hands to point towards him and sign shirt. after all, she still needs one. no matter how nice this bra looks, it's not exactly "out and about" wear. ]
[ she still can't help but feel guilty. stupid carter. he always seems to make things far more complicated than they ought to be. at very least, she should keep her name to herself. that would definitely be best for not being asked that same question again. she pushes up her glasses and signs a quick thank you when he gets her out a shirt.
she looks it over thoughtfully before tugging on his shirt, buttoning up the front. she smiles at him again and pulls out her notebook again, writing a few notes in it before passing it towards him. she can't really explain much more, but it's the best she can do for now.
"Sorry, I have to leave so soon. I need a shower and to brush my hair before work. Thank you for the shirt, though. If you find mine, you can call me.p.s. please don't comment on how it's saturday. that would be brilliant. thank you in advance. that's the mantra in her head. at the bottom of that note might be her phone number, but it's hard to tell if those are really numbers or just half-assed doodles. after all, she may have
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[ purse on her shoulder, she's almost positive she's leaving a few other things, but she can get a new wallet if she has to and she didn't like that shirt anyway... not that she knows which shirt it is anyway. still, she could get a new one. a new shirt, a new wallet, a better weekend. that'd all be great. she throws a glance over her shoulder as she leaves the bedroom closing the door behind her and rushing towards the front door. yeah... that... that was awkward. ]
*Rick finds the wallet a little later, and gives Piper her biggest problem. The fact that the name in it is not Carter is a red flag. Someone has themselves a new fan*
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she presses her mouth into another thin line, looking rather upset at whatever reason she's having to explain this for. she looks down at her paper and begins to write again.
"I'm insulted you'd call me a liar. I don't talk. I can't. It's impossible."
she'll just keep it to herself that carter can. it's just she who can't. trust her, she's tried on many occasions. it's why she has a therapist in the first place. but, she'll keep that to herself as long as possible. she doesn't need for anything to get out about her voices. ]
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she tucks her pen behind her ear, folding her arms as she contemplates his apology. really, she should be the one to say she's sorry, but she's not really the one who should apologise for carter's cattiness.
piper offers a small smile and a shrug, lifting her hands to point towards him and sign shirt. after all, she still needs one. no matter how nice this bra looks, it's not exactly "out and about" wear. ]
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she looks it over thoughtfully before tugging on his shirt, buttoning up the front. she smiles at him again and pulls out her notebook again, writing a few notes in it before passing it towards him. she can't really explain much more, but it's the best she can do for now.
"Sorry, I have to leave so soon. I need a shower and to brush my hair before work. Thank you for the shirt, though. If you find mine, you can call me.p.s. please don't comment on how it's saturday. that would be brilliant. thank you in advance. that's the mantra in her head. at the bottom of that note might be her phone number, but it's hard to tell if those are really numbers or just half-assed doodles. after all, she may have ( ... )
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Was it bad though?
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