[Max's eyes close for one, two seconds... as she tries desperately to bite back any scathing retort. Yeah, she's fucking real Victoria, but that doesn't make this any less of a nightmare. They've traded like five words and somehow her shirt is already drenched in stale coffee, Victoria is already swearing at her, and Max is an inch away from just dumping a ton of hate on this pretentious-... ugh.]
Yes. [Her eyes flutter open.] Yes, I'm real, Victoria, and you-... [She gestures uselessly at her shirt, and then starts pulling at it so the wet fabric doesn't stick to her skin. It feels absolutely gross. On the plus side, she feels more awake than she has in days.
i am glad we understand each other lol
Yes. [Her eyes flutter open.] Yes, I'm real, Victoria, and you-... [She gestures uselessly at her shirt, and then starts pulling at it so the wet fabric doesn't stick to her skin. It feels absolutely gross. On the plus side, she feels more awake than she has in days.
She lets out a long, slow breath.]
Why wouldn't I be real?