[She's reclining, Oliver fluffed up and overplump under her crossed ankles, her head pillowed on the arm of the sofa. She tilts her head back, blinking at Rems upside down.
...
what the hell was he wearing?]
Since you walk home dressed as a clown, Chou-chou. And since Oliver needed minding.
[And since she's had infrequent flashes of being somewhere else entirely- though she'd managed to avoid it well enough to this point. Of course when Rems walks in and is staring at her does one flare up, her eyes glaze over and everything smells like fire and ash, it's too hot and he's screaming-
Adele blinks again, and she's returned to herself mentally. Back on the sofa with Oliver literally underfoot.]
August 19th, early evening
...
what the hell was he wearing?]
Since you walk home dressed as a clown, Chou-chou. And since Oliver needed minding.
[And since she's had infrequent flashes of being somewhere else entirely- though she'd managed to avoid it well enough to this point. Of course when Rems walks in and is staring at her does one flare up, her eyes glaze over and everything smells like fire and ash, it's too hot and he's screaming-
Adele blinks again, and she's returned to herself mentally. Back on the sofa with Oliver literally underfoot.]