"I'm sorry, Arabelle, this isn't something I can fix with psychic powers, like I told you before, it's something you have to find a way to deal with in a more normal fashion. You're a smart girl, you'll find a way."Cain's words rang loudly in her mind as she finally admitted to herself that she did need some sort of help
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But never fear, it's not like he's difficult to spot, even with all that green, especially since today, he's wearing a dark purple suit. And a pretty blue scarf. And a pair of gilded shoes. Hmm.
...and he's currently immersed in a very personal rendition of...well... Maybe it's some kind of demon music. Maybe it's Jackie Wilson.
In any case, it's very lively.
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Still, the reason why she's doing this here of all places, rather than at home? Well. She's never felt comfortable letting out emotional issues to a dude who can read your mind. Sure, Lorne probably can too, but hell, Ara doesn't know if he can or can't. Which helps her distance herself enough to try and talk about this.
Lorne might sense her coming, either way. She's a tight bundle of emotional issues that, despite all appearances, desperately needs an unwinding of some kind. She also looks somewhat tired, and almost uncharacteristically hesitant about this.
So. Uh. Don't mind the staring before she manages a word?
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Even if they come with great, big wings weighed down by, if not grouch, then owwies. "Hey there, honey pie. I don't believe I've seen you around these here parts before. Are you looking for someone?"
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"Uh. Hiya. I'm actually lookin' for you." Wingflick. "You're the consular here, right?"
God, this is awkward.
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