[ she stares at him like he's growing another head. ]
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No! You defaced my poor brand. That's, like, t- that's a meat shake disguised as my beloved Dew. [ she clasps her hands over her mouth and groans, head hitting the table... but then she's springing up and pointing at it. ] You take a sip first.
... [ looks between him and the drink about a dozen times. she still seems super reluctant about taking a sip, because SHE KNOWS what went into that thing, but... i- it couldn't hurt to try it. she should eat, er, drink something substantial. ]
It's not that bad. Mountain Dew, I mean. No worse than your bitter black coffees.
[ she takes the glass and swallows the bile starting to ride in her throat. it's fine. it's just mountain dew. it's fine. tries to psyche herself up, so she can take a sip of it. ]
[ she tries to keep from making a face, but she can't help it. she's a dew connoisseur, so the difference isn't as subtle to her as it might be to him. still, this is... better than a lot of the stuff she's tried to stomach, so she's not about to look a gift horse in the mouth. she averts her eyes and makes some sort of noise, perhaps a thanks!, before drinking some more. ]
[ he's going to be a little disappointed, because she gets a little more than halfway through it and stops, setting the cup down because she's full. ] ...think I'm gonna save the rest.
I do, and that's something to think about. Not sure it'll be more effective than... turning all of my food into [ she shudders. ] smoothies, but it's worth a shot. [ since she can't starve herself forever. ] ...thanks for this, BTW. [ she squeezes the glass and slides it aside. ]
...or more like until I figure out how to stop being so fussed about this. [ she moves out of her seat and goes over to him. you're getting a hug, intensity. not sorry. ]
...feeling weak. [ sighs. ] I feel like I should be better, stronger!, than this, but here I am. I just don’t like it. [ she takes a step back and turns toward the entrance to the kitchen. ] I’m thankful that I have people like you in my life though... to help...
...or you could just, like, stop being a butt and just accept my gratitude. [ huffs, folding her arms. ]
And it's other people relying on me and... not the other way around. I already know that's not really how it works, [ her arms drop back to her side as she sighs. ] but it's just something that... [ makes a grumbly noise. ] I can't get past.
...ok, fine, if you ever expressed it using words, then probably. But you make faces sometimes that are totes all 'aw, D.Va'. [ smirks. ] And speaking of ♥ Follow me.
I want to be someone people can open up to and count on when the shit is about to hit the fan. IDK. I'm just tired of getting my head fucked with and dying.
I'm working on it. I have curbed a number of my more... self-destructive behaviors, and I'm trying to fix [ she drums on her chest. ] this. [ she just keeps walking in the hopes that he'll follow. ]
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No! You defaced my poor brand. That's, like, t- that's a meat shake disguised as my beloved Dew. [ she clasps her hands over her mouth and groans, head hitting the table... but then she's springing up and pointing at it. ] You take a sip first.
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Just what I expected.
Carbonated sugar bubbles.
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It's not that bad. Mountain Dew, I mean. No worse than your bitter black coffees.
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Uh huh.
[And holds the glass out to her]
See for yourself then.
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...
[ she takes the glass and swallows the bile starting to ride in her throat. it's fine. it's just mountain dew. it's fine. tries to psyche herself up, so she can take a sip of it. ]
[ does it taste like the dew? ]
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But perhaps more like an imitation brand than the actual. Not that it's awful, per se.
It's just not authentic.]
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If you have any friends on AlcheME!, they can shrink food for you so it requires less eating.
More like swallowing a pill.
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Until you find a more permanent solution.
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Having residual effects from being eaten by an existential Eldritch horror beast and not dying falls far outside the scope of "being fussy" about it.
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What's your definition of strength?
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And it's other people relying on me and... not the other way around. I already know that's not really how it works, [ her arms drop back to her side as she sighs. ] but it's just something that... [ makes a grumbly noise. ] I can't get past.
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And to your other point, what does relying on even mean?
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I want to be someone people can open up to and count on when the shit is about to hit the fan. IDK. I'm just tired of getting my head fucked with and dying.
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Not the answer I was looking for.
Let me rephrase the question. Why do you rely on the people you do?
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