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[circumitus]

bianca's gone. in case those who knew her didn't already notice.

it was her idea to set up monthly dance nights at the speakeasy. thought it sounded like a good idea back then. still do.

obviously we have a lot of other shit to worry about, but think we all could use a regular breather, if anyone wants to help out or bitch about how stupid it is.

[And that's all she wrote. Despite how things ended between her and Bianca the last time they met, this wasn't the outcome that Rey had wanted. Still, it could be worse. Not like enough people don't think of this place as a prison.]

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[circumitus]

[Her brows furrow, the muscles in her face tightening.]

Don't know. Someone who is good for people. Someone who I don't hate. [Scoff.] A pipedream, really.

[How does one get past that 'self-loathing' hurdle?]

[mismanagement]

[Maketh runs a hand through Rey's hair, slowly. She's not good at this part, but it feels important that she try. That she hold very still and speak quietly. That she wait until Rey comes back to herself.] You're not the only one who wants that. You know that, right?

[circumitus]

[She does know. She shouldn't, but she does.]

And you, right?

[Just a guess.]

[mismanagement]

Yes.

[It's said quietly. Maketh sighs. Runs her hand through Rey's hair again.]

I can't always get it right. Neither will you. But it -- it's not wrong to try.

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[The tension in her muscles ease a little at the prickly feeling over her scalp as Maketh draws her fingers over her hair. It's a nice sensation. One that she's come to actually... like. It just seems like the sort of thing people are supposed to do.]

...

Understood.

[She slides the back of her hand over her eyes, drying them.]

Sorry. I'm... not okay. Will be. Just not right now. [Doubt that needs to be explained, though.]