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[Drinking alone has started to pass from just "depressing" into "unhealthy", so Descole's enforced a ban on herself and the mini-fridge has obliged by removing all of the alcohol. Of course, after making the decision she promptly changed her mind, and now she doesn't have anything to drink despite wanting one.

So she's trying to take her mind off things by cleaning, instead, and she's found a room with just enough minuscule bits of dirt to occupy her. It's kind of pointless, given that the place cleans itself perfectly well without any input, but it's something that she can do without dropping her guard too much, and that makes it top of a very small list of things that can pass as leisure activities for her at this point. Anyone passing by is welcome to interrupt her - talking is probably a healthier pastime than trying to scrub holes in the floor, anyway.]

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Mmm... sometimes I just wish I could manage other things, you know? It wasn't so bad before Layton. I could manage more meat and sauces and such, so I could manage proper meals even if they didn't happen very often.

[He nods to her. Food was not a good subject for him. He didn't understand it, or like it.]

I don't remember the last time I ate a full meal. And I'm not being facetious I honestly don't.

I don't remember either, not specifically... I mean, it certainly hasn't happened since what Layton did.

[She sighs a bit and reaches for the rest of the bread slice.]

[He does everything he can, not to watch her eat. I knows the pressure, and hates it.]

You feeling okay?

Yeah, I... I don't think I can manage any more, though. I know it's hardly anything, but...

Well it's better than nothing. It's good progress.

[He smiles for lack of better words.]

It just... feels kind of pathetic. Everything that I did, and then I'm beaten by a piece of bread. It's just plain embarrassing.

I know how it feels. I hate it. But it is only food. I hate it.

I just, god, it makes everything seem pointless. I can do whatever I like with my life, and then go home and sit there unable to even beat food.

I certainly know how that feels. I'm sorry for you. It gets better...

...god this makes me miss Simon and Bradley...

Mmm... well. Maybe they'll come here, right? I mean... I think I'd like to meet them, too, if they're close to you.

I'm sure they'd like you. I know they would. I'm glad you'd like to meet them, I hope you do.

(OOC: Now I'm compelled to make an account for Bradley. Goddamned OC's...)

Well... if they like you, I guess maybe they would. God, I think I'd be disappointing in comparison, though. You're so much more pleasant to be around than I must be.

[ooc: haha, do it! We need more OCs, Maria is lonely. XD]

You're just as plesant, don't you dare say that. Hell, in my opinion you're stronger than me, you'll let thing like bread touch your lips. I wish I could fathom the idea.

(OOC: I am totally going to. Like, right now.)

But I can't manage any of the things you can eat, so how is it any better? And you're just... I don't know. I enjoy spending time with you, but I think I'd hate someone who was exactly the same as me.

I'd say you're pretty close and I don't hate you. I used to tell myself that if I ever ran into myself on the street, we'd probably get into a fight. It hasn't happened yet.

I quite like you. You're a sweet thing.

Swee--

God, double, I think you're a little mixed up. I'm not sweet. If either of us is, it would definitely be you.

[He laughs at her choice of words.]

Mixed up? No, I think you're quite sweet. I like you that much.

(ooc: I did it. I made an account for my OC. He's got a post.)

Ugh, you must not have a good idea of what's sweet, double. Thank you all the same, though. I like you that much, too.

[ooc: Tagged him!]

I'm glad. Now try finishing that piece of bread.

[He says it with a laugh, knowihng it's not bound to happen.]

(occ: ahahaha now he's going to have to deal with two of them!)

[She shudders a little.]

God. I would if I could, really.

Well it was worth a shot.

[He smiles and shrugs.]

While I'm in here I'm going to make some tea. Would you like any?

[She shakes her head.]

Place probably won't give me alcohol at this point, so water will do.

Yeah, no, we're not doing alcohol.

[At that point, he pours her a glass water, and puts the kettle on.]

I'm glad this place isn't feeding your addiction.

It was, for a while. I mean... it was only after I made the decision to stop myself that it stopped. It just wouldn't let me change my mind.

[She sighs.]

I don't know. I want to drink again, is all.