The Tailor took the proffered cup, their lips twitching in an attempt at a smile that didn't quite make its way across their face. Like the Professor, they drank deep, tipping the glass back, their throat working against their collar with each swallow. Yes, that was better. "Thank you," they said, more out of obligatory habit, though they did force their eye to meet the Socialite's.
"Now, I think something bracing--yes, exactly," they continued, forcing their body forward on slightly unsteady footing to take a scone from the tray. Beyond this, they ignored the Devil completely, turning back to the group. "Anyone else? I find that something sweet can help with the headache, short-term. And of course, the Maven's baking is excellent."
Their voice was still ragged, and when they set their cup down, a hand lay flat on the table they had braced a hip against to keep upright, but the Tailor's poise had all but returned.
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Re: Break Time
Date: 2025-06-25 11:50 pm (UTC)"Now, I think something bracing--yes, exactly," they continued, forcing their body forward on slightly unsteady footing to take a scone from the tray. Beyond this, they ignored the Devil completely, turning back to the group. "Anyone else? I find that something sweet can help with the headache, short-term. And of course, the Maven's baking is excellent."
Their voice was still ragged, and when they set their cup down, a hand lay flat on the table they had braced a hip against to keep upright, but the Tailor's poise had all but returned.