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.]

Comments

[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.