i believe in medication

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Characters: Ema, Dist
Rating: R for DRUGS
Summary: Ema is not well. Dist goes to see why. :|
Location: Ema's apartment, probably eventually Dist's garage
Date/Time: October 28, evening
Status: ongoing

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Dist plucked the vial out of her fingers. "That isn't what I asked you," he said flatly. "Why didn't you call me? Am I suddenly not good enough for you, that you can't even contact me when things go wrong any more?" He was leaning forward slightly, one hand on his hip. "Get dressed; I'm not going to let you sit around in this mess all by yourself."

[its_snacktime]

Ema scowled at him and snatched the vial back, leaning back as Dist leaned in. "Didn't realize it was my responsibility to check in," she sneered as she tossed the empty vial back with its friends on the floor. "And I'm not going anywhere. Someone's coming over and I cannot miss him." Kasai's housecall took precedence over Dist's need for self-validation, after all.

"You can stay or whatever, if you really feel the need to keep my company." There, that should make him feel better. Or something. Either way, her head was really starting to hurt from all of his... Dist-ness, so she decided that another dose of Zydrate was in order. She started rummaging through the mess for a vial that glowed that tell-tale blue.

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"And who are you waiting for, hm? You've replaced me?" He didn't move to stop her digging around for more drugs; maybe it would calm her down. Though it likely wouldn't be any help in getting her to put clothes on. "At least find some pants to put on. Or do you always meet company in your underwear?"

[its_snacktime]

Ema stopped her searching long enough to scoff at Dist's accusation. "What the hell, I haven't replaced you. I don't need another screaming fruitcake in my life right now." To be perfectly honest, she hadn't realized that he considered himself such a staple in her life, and if she were clean she might have been touched. As the situation was, however, she could only manage some vague emotion that she couldn't quite identify. Probably easier, really--feeling was too hard these days.

Aha! There was a blue glow emanating from under the couch. Jackpot. Dropping to her hands and her knees, Ema crawled over and fished around for the vial. "If you must know, I'm waiting for my drug dealer." It didn't really matter to her that flat-out confessing that she was purchasing Zydrate illegally was probably not the best of ideas; she was really past the point of caring. She grabbed the vial into her fist and pulled it out, waving it a little as if that somehow communicated something further than her words had. "I'm almost out

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"I'm not a fruitcake," Dist huffed, crossing his arms, though at this point the protest was mostly for show. "This place is a wreck. You need to pull yourself together; have you seen the addicts in the submarkets? Is that what you want?" Honestly, she was a disgusting mess and she didn't even seem to notice. He found himself stepping somewhat gingerly after her, as though walking normally would either make things worse or cause the clutter to rub off on him.