This is a frontierland, raw earth without roads or foundations or rules of any kind. That's nothing new. Picking her way through it with someone else there, watching, picking along with her, that's new. That's what it feels like. She's hyper-aware of Venus' presence, and actions and reactions, but not in the usual way, with her inside her world and everyone else beyond the glass. Venus' eyes are her eyes, and Erika's hand is her hand, and it's kind of like being drunk without being drunk. Maybe she usually spends her post-cry time too alone to notice it.
Erika blinks and stares and thinks and finds that thinking isn't very useful in this situation. The Wormmon in her head is looking up at her with big wet starry eyes. Well, okay, partner - if you say so.
She lays her hand on top of Venus'?????]
...It's not like I'm too stupid to know what friends are or anything. I just haven't made any new ones for, a while. Since elementary school. So. [Not looking at any of the eyes, still.] Everything's different. Rules or no rules, it's not that the rules are different, it's just that things are different. It's different for me in one way, and - no, that's not right. [Closes her eyes in exasperation and coughs to clear her gritty mumbling.] I-it's different for everyone in a different way and, it's fine that that's how it is, I just. Don't know how I'm involved in that. Or I'm not involved in that.
[She shrugs a bit more harshly than her tone of voice deserves to be paired with.]
...Whatever it is, you're...fine. You're part of all of this. Not anything bad, just how life is. What it's like to be the me that's living here. That's not some kind of...[whatever she was about to say right here it can go sit down]...mmh, I think it's positive.
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This is a frontierland, raw earth without roads or foundations or rules of any kind. That's nothing new. Picking her way through it with someone else there, watching, picking along with her, that's new. That's what it feels like. She's hyper-aware of Venus' presence, and actions and reactions, but not in the usual way, with her inside her world and everyone else beyond the glass. Venus' eyes are her eyes, and Erika's hand is her hand, and it's kind of like being drunk without being drunk. Maybe she usually spends her post-cry time too alone to notice it.
Erika blinks and stares and thinks and finds that thinking isn't very useful in this situation. The Wormmon in her head is looking up at her with big wet starry eyes. Well, okay, partner - if you say so.
She lays her hand on top of Venus'?????]
...It's not like I'm too stupid to know what friends are or anything. I just haven't made any new ones for, a while. Since elementary school. So. [Not looking at any of the eyes, still.] Everything's different. Rules or no rules, it's not that the rules are different, it's just that things are different. It's different for me in one way, and - no, that's not right. [Closes her eyes in exasperation and coughs to clear her gritty mumbling.] I-it's different for everyone in a different way and, it's fine that that's how it is, I just. Don't know how I'm involved in that. Or I'm not involved in that.
[She shrugs a bit more harshly than her tone of voice deserves to be paired with.]
...Whatever it is, you're...fine. You're part of all of this. Not anything bad, just how life is. What it's like to be the me that's living here. That's not some kind of...[whatever she was about to say right here it can go sit down]...mmh, I think it's positive.