[ She hasn't had someone wipe her face in a very long time. The last time had probably been a nanny of some kind - either that or Holst. Who is less important than the feeling of being cared for however. The fondness that exudes from the gentle hand holding the handkerchief to her face to wipe away the tears - and her snot - only add to the disaster that are her alcohol-soaked emotions.
Had she not been in such a state, she would have explained that the octopus had fallen out of the rift in the bathroom ceiling and definitely hadn't been funny at the time. It sounds far-fetched, especially when she had been the only one in the loft at the time - but it's a story for another day. And maybe if she weren't as drunk, there's a very high chance she would have found his innuendo funny even if she'd act scandalized.
Several sniffles sound from her before she takes a shuddering breath in. ]
Just one bath. And then I'll go to the Old Public Hall.
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Had she not been in such a state, she would have explained that the octopus had fallen out of the rift in the bathroom ceiling and definitely hadn't been funny at the time. It sounds far-fetched, especially when she had been the only one in the loft at the time - but it's a story for another day. And maybe if she weren't as drunk, there's a very high chance she would have found his innuendo funny even if she'd act scandalized.
Several sniffles sound from her before she takes a shuddering breath in. ]
Just one bath. And then I'll go to the Old Public Hall.