[listen: upon offering her hanky to this weeping warden, corona accepted the fact that it would be lost forevermore. it's fine? it's fine. what's more important, in this moment, is his tone as he addresses her—because while, say, babs would have found it offensive, corona finds it almost stupidly reassuring. there is nothing more sixth in this world! something she feels she can say with confidence, after spending so much time in camilla's company; something she has learned to appreciate.
plus, like. if palamedes wanted her gone, then he would say as much—which is why, as her smile widens just a tad, she takes a few steps forward, stepping into the row in front of his. don't worry, don't worry, she isn't planning to block his view for long—]
Oh, that makes two of us, [she says, aiming for lightness (and almost making it) as she slips down the aisle.] And that means that neither of us is alone.
[if he is alone. she doesn't see camilla, no, but that is the sixth's specialty—and who knows? maybe this is some weird... reverse uno situation; maybe it's camilla hiding out in pal's body, this time. you can't put anything past the sixth, once you know them! all the more reason, then, to play nice—which is why corona drops into the seat catty corner from pal's, crossing her long legs before her as she twists back around to face him. the rapier at her hip makes it somewhat difficult, true, but you know corona... she somehow makes it seem effortless all the same...
anyway, as she props an elbow atop the back of this shitty seat (because why not try to treat this like any other situation, why not act as in control as ever):]
Which is why I'll forgive the insinuation that I've ever looked anything but my best. It is good to see you. [slight stress on the you? whaaaat?] Bags and all.
😎 i can't see
plus, like. if palamedes wanted her gone, then he would say as much—which is why, as her smile widens just a tad, she takes a few steps forward, stepping into the row in front of his. don't worry, don't worry, she isn't planning to block his view for long—]
Oh, that makes two of us, [she says, aiming for lightness (and almost making it) as she slips down the aisle.] And that means that neither of us is alone.
[if he is alone. she doesn't see camilla, no, but that is the sixth's specialty—and who knows? maybe this is some weird... reverse uno situation; maybe it's camilla hiding out in pal's body, this time. you can't put anything past the sixth, once you know them! all the more reason, then, to play nice—which is why corona drops into the seat catty corner from pal's, crossing her long legs before her as she twists back around to face him. the rapier at her hip makes it somewhat difficult, true, but you know corona... she somehow makes it seem effortless all the same...
anyway, as she props an elbow atop the back of this shitty seat (because why not try to treat this like any other situation, why not act as in control as ever):]
Which is why I'll forgive the insinuation that I've ever looked anything but my best. It is good to see you. [slight stress on the you? whaaaat?] Bags and all.