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[blastiafreak]

[Why a stack of books doesn't make a good stepladder is demonstrated pretty well when the stack wobbles, Rita slips, and everything crashes to the floor. Several books go with her, and she mutters some choice words. Particularly when one falls right on her head.

Eventually, she sits up in the middle of yet another disaster in the study, clutching her head with a dazed expression that actually has nothing to do with this accident and quite a lot to do with a recent mistletoe curse. Her face goes a few shades of red, even as she berates herself; this is stupid, pointless, and she shouldn't care...right?]

Argh, what am I doing...? There's no way that's normal at all.

Comments

[stargathering]

It's sturdier than a pile of books. Why are you stubborn over this?

[blastiafreak]

I'm not being stubborn! Why do you care about it, anyway? [Yeah, she's totally being stubborn, which is the only reason she adds that last part.]

[stargathering]

Because I don't want you to get hurt just by being careless. [ What does it mean to care for each other?? ]

[blastiafreak]

I-It's not careless! It was just one little accident, okay? [Hell if Rita knows. They are such social geniuses...]

[stargathering]

It is careless. I'd be surprised if that's the only time you've fallen. [ Totally. :| What amazing friends. ]

[blastiafreak]

Like you've never slipped once in your life. [Only the best, of course. :|]

[stargathering]

I've never slipped from a stack of books before.

[blastiafreak]

Well, it's not like I do it all the time, either.

[stargathering]

Do you ever use a ladder?

[blastiafreak]

I had one at home.

[stargathering]

And everything from you home is here now. [ I helped you carry some of that 'everything' in. ]

[blastiafreak]

Not from my old home--that place was destroyed. [Her new home might've had one somewhere, though...]

[stargathering]

...Oh. Do you guys need a new one? [ He doesn't think of that. He just feels bad for her destroyed house. ]

[blastiafreak]

I don't know. I guess I could look around... [Rita feels bad, too! There was a ton of valuable stuff in there she'll never get back!]

[stargathering]

You should. Just keep it in your room when you find it. [ Aww, poor Rita. :( She can make them again! ]

[blastiafreak]

Sure, I'll leave one in the study or something. [She can't rewrite all the books! :<]

[stargathering]

I'm serious. [ Maybe she can make abridged versions! ]

[blastiafreak]

I-I get it, okay? I'll put one in there. [That nobody else could read!]

[stargathering]

Good.

...So what were you talking about before?

[ Well, they're here books anyway. :D ]

[blastiafreak]

Huh? before?

[True! Nobody else needs to see them!]

[stargathering]

Back when you fell. You obviously weren't talking about the books...

[ Yep! She can just summarise them if people really need to know. ]

[blastiafreak]

Oh--N-nothing, it was just--nothing.

[And this is not a blush, it's his imagination.]

[stargathering]

...It doesn't look like nothing from here. [ Is it really in his head? ]

[blastiafreak]

Th-then you're just standing in a weird spot! [Yes! Just like any sense that statement might've made.]

[stargathering]

There's nothing wrong with the light on my device. [ Because she's obviously on about a glare. ]