You're gonna set these pillows on fire. [it's a mutter, a grumble, and she puts her knees on the seat to fully crawl herself over to satoko's new position. now this? this is the kind of thing, she realizes a little too late to stop herself from doing it, that dirk was telling her about. the difference is that she still definitely feels like satoko has the upper hand.]
[one hand comes down, and her sleeve brushes satoko's side. her knees are encroaching on the time-looper's legs, and her tie hangs down to brush her stomach. her other hand finally comes up to reach one more time for the cigarette, and she hopes right now that it's enough to prove that she's dedicated to getting her life-giving nicotine stick back. because she's in the kind of position that she doesn't want to think about for too long.]
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[one hand comes down, and her sleeve brushes satoko's side. her knees are encroaching on the time-looper's legs, and her tie hangs down to brush her stomach. her other hand finally comes up to reach one more time for the cigarette, and she hopes right now that it's enough to prove that she's dedicated to getting her life-giving nicotine stick back. because she's in the kind of position that she doesn't want to think about for too long.]