I tried to get through to you

[archboxer]

[You know what that was? A fiasco. That was an utter fiasco. Three more people gone on a chance that may not happen! This is horrible. Even if some people dislike her, Rhea... is up to the challenge once more. This time she does it nearly herself: writing out the invitations, ordering the food and telling everyone to meet at the bar. In Ema's honor, of course.

She hands out the invitations herself and if she can't find you, she'll slide yours under your door.]

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[bogwife]

[She tilts her head back slightly to look at her for a few long seconds before she smiles, just a little, and reaches out with her free hand to hold Mira's.] Okay, Mia. I can do that.

[philoxenia]

[ Mira feels her eyes sting a little, but she squeezes her hand back. ]

It's... what my brother used to call me. I think... he'd be happy to know I've trusted someone else with it.

[bogwife]

[Her brother, the one who was engaged to...her best friend? "Used to". It doesn't take a lot for her to connect those dots.]

...Thank you. For trusting me with it. [Sorry, Daisy, pets are being paused so she can pull Mira into a the tightest hug she can muster.]

[philoxenia]

[ Daisy doesn't mind. More hugs for her human! Mira, though, is surprised... but she hugs Zerinda back, as tight as she can. ]

You've been really good to me, Zaza... thank you.

[bogwife]

[She makes a small sound, a choked down whimper that threatens to become a fresh sob. She's afraid if she tries to talk, to tell Mira how grateful she is for her friendship and how sweet she is and how much she means to her, that she'll just dissolve into another fit of messy weeping so instead she hugs her just a little tighter.]

[philoxenia]

[ Oh... oh no. Mira hugs her tight, too, and hearing that little sound-- that really does something to her. She draws in a sharp breath and presses her face into her shoulder... and she's crying now, too. ]

[bogwife]

[Ah, there it is. Hearing Mira start to cry just snaps her last tenuous thread of composure she'd managed to string along. The dam breaks all over again and all she can do right now is hold her friend and let the both of them cry out their grief.]

[philoxenia]

[ She's glad for it, and quite frankly, she's surprised it took this long... but after a while, she lifts her head and wipes at her eyes. ]

W-we're both a mess, aren't we? I'm sorry...

[bogwife]

[Zerinda sniffs and gives a weak little laugh, dabbing her eyes with the back of her hand.]

Don't apologize. I think we're allowed to be a mess after a month of this. [Going on 6 weeks of All This Mess is enough for anyone.]

What do you say we go back to our room and do something just a little stupid?

[philoxenia]

D-definitely allowed.

[ She wipes at her eyes too, sniffling. Geez... they really are a sight to see. She nods, though, and tries for a laugh, but it falls flat. ]

Something stupid? I'm in.

[bogwife]

[Zerinda takes both of Mira's hands in hers and gives them a squeeze.]

We can touch up your pink and then I'll let you pick what color we can slather on mine. How's that sound?

[Coping through terrible hair shenanigans.]

[philoxenia]

That sounds wonderful.

[ She squeezes Zerinda's hands back, giving her a tiny smile. ]

I promise I'll pick a good one.

[bogwife]

I know. [Zerinda leans in, touching her forehead to Mira's affectionately.] I trust you.

[She stays like that for a few extra seconds, letting the moment settle before climbing off her chair and stepping back without letting go of her hands.] Come on, Mia.