She shouldn't be here. She shouldn't be continually getting touched by these miserable jerks, but something in Dorothy tenses when she listens to them both and she tries and fails at keeping her walls up. Because she's so blatantly unused to kindness that doesn't feel like a double edged sword that she has to look at them both with wariness, with that prim and proper demeanor she wants so badly to keep up so she can keep that distance from them--
Dorothy pauses, but she ends up bowing her head to them briefly before bringing herself back up.]
...You have my apologies for making this far more awkward than it needs to be. Neither of you deserve this. I...
[She wants to say so much, but she looks between the both of them and she's afraid her frigid heart might risk thawing if she actually believes these blithering idiots at their word despite the fact that they are the fakest motherfuckers alive.
Why does she think this? Because it's like looking in a mirror and seeing herself reflected back at her between the both of them. Dorothy has to look away, briefly, but there's something warm in those purple eyes perhaps for once in her life.]
...Thank you. Both of you. [Yeager may know a lot about her, but Raven doesn't, and yet both of them...] I might even daresay I look forward to our next drinking session, but I shouldn't get ahead of myself. Do at least try not to get yourselves come to harm before that can happen, hm?
[She attempts to go back to some semblance of normal at that, but it lacks the derisive bite that she usually employs, for once.]
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She shouldn't be here. She shouldn't be continually getting touched by these miserable jerks, but something in Dorothy tenses when she listens to them both and she tries and fails at keeping her walls up. Because she's so blatantly unused to kindness that doesn't feel like a double edged sword that she has to look at them both with wariness, with that prim and proper demeanor she wants so badly to keep up so she can keep that distance from them--
Dorothy pauses, but she ends up bowing her head to them briefly before bringing herself back up.]
...You have my apologies for making this far more awkward than it needs to be. Neither of you deserve this. I...
[She wants to say so much, but she looks between the both of them and she's afraid her frigid heart might risk thawing if she actually believes these blithering idiots at their word despite the fact that they are the fakest motherfuckers alive.
Why does she think this? Because it's like looking in a mirror and seeing herself reflected back at her between the both of them. Dorothy has to look away, briefly, but there's something warm in those purple eyes perhaps for once in her life.]
...Thank you. Both of you. [Yeager may know a lot about her, but Raven doesn't, and yet both of them...] I might even daresay I look forward to our next drinking session, but I shouldn't get ahead of myself. Do at least try not to get yourselves come to harm before that can happen, hm?
[She attempts to go back to some semblance of normal at that, but it lacks the derisive bite that she usually employs, for once.]