PC: PRIMROSE

[headmt]

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[headmt]

[oh dear]

Not a good day, then.

[femmefinale]

... Forgive me, if I appear frustrated. I appear to have lost my greatest skill.

[ Which. Is terrible. In her not-so-humble opinion. ]

[headmt]

To me, you still appear to be your normal, charming self.

[Just trying a little flattery so maybe she feels better?]

Your dancing? Or something else?

[femmefinale]

[ Molly no stop your friend is dead, why are you trying to cheer Primrose up?

Which she recognizes and because of that, manages a tired little smile. ]

Yes, my dancing. I can't so much as spin without stumbling.

[headmt]

Ah. Yes.

[He genuinely seems sad for her? The skills that people are losing are sometimes silly, sometimes useless, and sometimes. Well. They hurt.]

Lust told me that they would be back soon. Hopefully soon you'll spin again.

[femmefinale]

When that happens, I'll be happy to dance for you again. From one friend to another.

[ When, not if. ]

[headmt]

Forgot how to read the cards. Bit like-- well it was a bit like when I look a book. Bunch of symbols I haven't the damndest what they mean.

[huff.]

[femmefinale]

[ ... So he can't read. Primrose studies him, a little curiously. ]

By cards, do you mean fortunetelling?

[headmt]

[molly, age 2, never learned to fuckin read]

Mm, yes, the tarot. Also kept dropping them all over the place. Bad energy all around, honestly.

[femmefinale]

I wonder what the intention is for something like this...