[Oh, he's only now catching up with her lack of voice? Not the sharpest pen in the case is he.
It's been such a long time since the last time J actually said anything. While the cause for her current condition is something she'll never forget in her life, no matter how drunk or high she is, at the moment she's having hard time to remember when it had happened. It really feels like a lifetime ago and she's not so sure anymore what even were her last words. But just because she's been robbed off her voice doesn't mean she's not capable of using words. Communication with still brought some difficulties but she knows it could be much worse, too. Really, the MID has been such a lifesaver for her.
But he's right about her being drunk. She really is. So much that so far the thought about opening her MID and writing him. Though, then again, she probably wouldn't even be able to form coherent words in her current state.
She let's him to place her back on the step, snickering at him soundlessly as if he had just said something hilarious. She keeps having difficulties to supporting herself and staying still. In her amusement brings her fingers back to the her mouth to take another smoke out of the cigarette --- only then noticing that she's dropped it somewhere on the ground.
Oh shit.
J thinks about looking for it to pick it up but somehow it feels too troublesome and mundane task. So instead she points at him with her finger and then taps clumsily her lower lip twice.]
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It's been such a long time since the last time J actually said anything. While the cause for her current condition is something she'll never forget in her life, no matter how drunk or high she is, at the moment she's having hard time to remember when it had happened. It really feels like a lifetime ago and she's not so sure anymore what even were her last words. But just because she's been robbed off her voice doesn't mean she's not capable of using words. Communication with still brought some difficulties but she knows it could be much worse, too. Really, the MID has been such a lifesaver for her.
But he's right about her being drunk. She really is. So much that so far the thought about opening her MID and writing him. Though, then again, she probably wouldn't even be able to form coherent words in her current state.
She let's him to place her back on the step, snickering at him soundlessly as if he had just said something hilarious. She keeps having difficulties to supporting herself and staying still. In her amusement brings her fingers back to the her mouth to take another smoke out of the cigarette --- only then noticing that she's dropped it somewhere on the ground.
Oh shit.
J thinks about looking for it to pick it up but somehow it feels too troublesome and mundane task. So instead she points at him with her finger and then taps clumsily her lower lip twice.]