[ the intensity of the light certainly isn't eased at all by the girl a few feet away, glowing brightly and erratically. she's rubbing her temples, clearly out of sorts, but how much is from the situation itself and how much is just her hangover are lines that are too blurry to discern.
she peeks out from behind her hands at lenalee, scowling miserably. ]
It's never the unpleasant circumstances which turn out to be jokes.
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she peeks out from behind her hands at lenalee, scowling miserably. ]
It's never the unpleasant circumstances which turn out to be jokes.