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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

[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. ]

[blastiafreak]

O-obviously there is! I wasn't talking about anything. [Oh, she'll glare at him all right.]

[stargathering]

So you just normally say things like that after you fall and get hit on the head. [ Maybe she needs to have a realisation about denial too. ]

[blastiafreak]

...Sure, w-what if I do? [That denial is not going away no matter how much she knows it's there.]

[stargathering]

...Do you even realise how obvious that lie is? [ Rita loves her denial almost as much as Tyr does~ ]

[blastiafreak]

Ugh--Who cares if it's obvious?! It's nothing! [Oh yes, yes she does~]

[stargathering]

If you say so... [ He won't force it out of her, but~ ]

[blastiafreak]

I do, okay? It's just stupid. [But maybe he won't need to~? To get some hints at least.]

[stargathering]

How so? [ Oh, well hints are always nice~ Rita owes him anyway. ]

[blastiafreak]

[Aren't they~? This is so weird to think about for Rita and why is she even entertaining the idea of asking him.] ...I-it's just--Nothing--You'd think it's dumb, anyway!

[stargathering]

You don't know that for sure. [ Tyr might not be the best person to ask, but whatever. He's being sincere. ] Just tell me.

[blastiafreak]

[Maybe she'll give it a shot...if she doesn't die of embarrassment or awkwardness first.] Th-that curse, with those--plants, whatever they were called--and, you know...

[stargathering]

[ Tyr thinks, then... Oh. He shifts uncomfortably. ] I remember it. What... happened? [ He feels like he doesn't have to ask, but it's not right to make assumptions. ]

[blastiafreak]

W-what do you think happened? [Knee-jerk reaction. Rita can't help it, not with this kind of subject.]