Instead she excuses herself to find a glass of well-needed water. She doesn't want to look too desperate to get away from him and the soup — but mainly the soup — so she powerwalks to safety. Once she's drank enough to wash away most of the taste, though she feels almost certain that it will never be gone from her memories, she takes an extra bottle for the road and returns.
After having a moment to get collected, she feels more like herself. )
By the way, your soup fucking sucks. Saying your soup is good is an insult to all soups in, like, America. No, the universe, because some troll kid told me there's life on other planets, too. They wouldn't even serve this soup to prisoners on Ulternian.
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Instead she excuses herself to find a glass of well-needed water. She doesn't want to look too desperate to get away from him and the soup — but mainly the soup — so she powerwalks to safety. Once she's drank enough to wash away most of the taste, though she feels almost certain that it will never be gone from her memories, she takes an extra bottle for the road and returns.
After having a moment to get collected, she feels more like herself. )
By the way, your soup fucking sucks. Saying your soup is good is an insult to all soups in, like, America. No, the universe, because some troll kid told me there's life on other planets, too. They wouldn't even serve this soup to prisoners on Ulternian.
( Alternia*
Close enough. )