[ Rachel wrinkles her nose, because eugh these things are so creepy, kicking at the more adventurous mameshiba. They scatter again and follow their friends with a little chittering noise, leaving her be. For now, anyway.
She glances at the couch, and Marco sitting on it, and wonders if she should sit down. He invited her, right? Then again, she doesn't want him to think she wants to be here. ...Ugh. She wavers on it for a long moment, and then decides that she's too lonely to care what Marco thinks of her. Not that she'll ever admit that. She sits down on the couch, maybe a little stiffly, arms crossed over her chest. ]
You know when those things eat you alive in the middle of the night, you'll have no one to blame but yourself.
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She glances at the couch, and Marco sitting on it, and wonders if she should sit down. He invited her, right? Then again, she doesn't want him to think she wants to be here. ...Ugh. She wavers on it for a long moment, and then decides that she's too lonely to care what Marco thinks of her. Not that she'll ever admit that. She sits down on the couch, maybe a little stiffly, arms crossed over her chest. ]
You know when those things eat you alive in the middle of the night, you'll have no one to blame but yourself.