[ With a single trembling hand she touches it...the chair... the one she's wanted since she snooped in Shin's memories and learned he stole a really creepy room from Midori, but it had a good chair and a cute cat toy and they're both really into Gundam anime, if that will ever be relevant in her discussions with either.
It's a terrible day but at least sitting down lets her regain a little composure. None of this panicked babbling she's sure the two men in the room would love to hear. She can think about this logically, if she has a moment. ]
Hnnn...
[ She tilts her head at Midori and Dito in turn. ]
You're both terrible... but fine. Lets all help eachother. You can fix Dito, I'll answer your questions, and he can lie there and do nothing but be very nice and polite... Then we can all solve this awful murder in time for the pop quiz I have on Monday.
[ dito blinks at the ceiling a while longer, whatever they're saying not really processing fully for the most part. yadda, yadda, yadda, of course sara wants to know what's going on and who knows what the fuck midori wants. the muscles in his neck stretch presently as he has his neck back like this, eyes half-lidded almost like he's getting bored. but he's just high.
— he sits up abruptly as soon as something pops in his brain, and it's the prize. now he's feeling a little paranoid, scrambling up and moving to one of his knees with both hands on the floor all of a sudden like he might get up. he doesn't yet, though. his eyes are wide, and his pupils are still blown, but he's steady and still for now. ]
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It's a terrible day but at least sitting down lets her regain a little composure. None of this panicked babbling she's sure the two men in the room would love to hear. She can think about this logically, if she has a moment. ]
Hnnn...
[ She tilts her head at Midori and Dito in turn. ]
You're both terrible... but fine. Lets all help eachother. You can fix Dito, I'll answer your questions, and he can lie there and do nothing but be very nice and polite... Then we can all solve this awful murder in time for the pop quiz I have on Monday.
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— he sits up abruptly as soon as something pops in his brain, and it's the prize. now he's feeling a little paranoid, scrambling up and moving to one of his knees with both hands on the floor all of a sudden like he might get up. he doesn't yet, though. his eyes are wide, and his pupils are still blown, but he's steady and still for now. ]
What if she takes it?
[ ... he's so out of it. ]