[The response is automatic, as is the small bow as she carefully takes the weight and fumbles it into her boxes again. It might remind him of those early days, when she was still "Shannon," at the Clockhouse, when the witchy grins and easy confidence that she brought to bear during lessons had only been glimpses of the face behind the mask.
She pauses, realizing what she just said, and her shoulders slump.]'
Lawrence-...san, I mean. [There's a finality in that correction as she closes the box and fishes out some packing tape, silently sealing it up. Regret weighs heavy on her. Is this really right, after all that Johnny has done for her? Shouldn't she be trying to talk with him, to make him see how awful the thing she'd done was?
But all of those words, the casual gestures, the venom that he hadn't even noticed was dripping from his mouth come back to her, and she steels her resolve once again.]
I left some extra beer in the back of the fridge. It's not Coors Banquet, but... I did my best to find something I thought you'd like. Nothing fancy, rest assured, [she says after a moment.] Think of it as, um. A going-away present.
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Date: 2022-07-11 12:51 am (UTC)[The response is automatic, as is the small bow as she carefully takes the weight and fumbles it into her boxes again. It might remind him of those early days, when she was still "Shannon," at the Clockhouse, when the witchy grins and easy confidence that she brought to bear during lessons had only been glimpses of the face behind the mask.
She pauses, realizing what she just said, and her shoulders slump.]'
Lawrence-...san, I mean. [There's a finality in that correction as she closes the box and fishes out some packing tape, silently sealing it up. Regret weighs heavy on her. Is this really right, after all that Johnny has done for her? Shouldn't she be trying to talk with him, to make him see how awful the thing she'd done was?
But all of those words, the casual gestures, the venom that he hadn't even noticed was dripping from his mouth come back to her, and she steels her resolve once again.]
I left some extra beer in the back of the fridge. It's not Coors Banquet, but... I did my best to find something I thought you'd like. Nothing fancy, rest assured, [she says after a moment.] Think of it as, um. A going-away present.