"Too naive and idealistic, huh?" Her mouth twinges with an unpleasant mockery of a smile. She rests her forehead on her knees, curling her fingers into her palms. She's rather grab at Steph, grip onto her, hold on until somehow she's back to being herself again. "Or we could just say it's too tall."
Somehow it feels wrong to have fire and rage when she's in this body. This body belongs to someone calm and refined, someone good and inherently innocent.
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"Too naive and idealistic, huh?" Her mouth twinges with an unpleasant mockery of a smile. She rests her forehead on her knees, curling her fingers into her palms. She's rather grab at Steph, grip onto her, hold on until somehow she's back to being herself again. "Or we could just say it's too tall."
Somehow it feels wrong to have fire and rage when she's in this body. This body belongs to someone calm and refined, someone good and inherently innocent.