If you could ruin them plenty on your own, then why are they still here?
[ she responds mildly, but she doesn't bother waiting for a response, instead turning her back to walk away, her braid falling neatly against her spine. he can see her tipping the dishes into a waiting receptable, offering a warm hello to the cook in the kitchens -- and then, she's gone.
down a hallway, or upstairs, or outside, who knows. but vanishes amongst the bustle of people without so much as a trace. ]
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[ she responds mildly, but she doesn't bother waiting for a response, instead turning her back to walk away, her braid falling neatly against her spine. he can see her tipping the dishes into a waiting receptable, offering a warm hello to the cook in the kitchens -- and then, she's gone.
down a hallway, or upstairs, or outside, who knows. but vanishes amongst the bustle of people without so much as a trace. ]