[what's up, rita. lucretia is here, vibing in the common room, her notebook open on her lap; she's flipping through it with her good hand, since her right arm's still in a sling for now. her left hand's bandaged, and so is her throat.
she's not really... seeming to read the notebook much, though? more like she's idly flipping through it, frowning down at it, and her emotions are unsettled. uncomfortable.
w4, friday
she's not really... seeming to read the notebook much, though? more like she's idly flipping through it, frowning down at it, and her emotions are unsettled. uncomfortable.
this is fine!]