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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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I think at this point I'd just end up using it as an excuse to take my clothes off and fall asleep on you again. I just get too hot when I'm drunk. Well, it's nicer than being freezing cold.

Well that's fine, I'd be okay with that. I know, I hate sleeping in all my layers...

I usually can't bring myself to take off more than the hat, the boa and the cloak when I'm sleeping. I guess... I just feel a little too defenceless otherwise, you know?

Yeah, I have to take my clothes off. I feel..constricted.

Yeah... I'm the same if I try to keep everything on. Especially the cloak, I get worried that I'll need to get up quickly and end up tangled up in it.

Yeah that weirds me out too. I dunno, I'm not good at sleeping in general.

[Descole nods, sipping at her water a bit, and glances back at the bread.]

Like I said, the best sleep I've had in forever was when we got drunk.

[He pours himself a cup of tea.]

Best sleep I had was after having sex for hours and hours. That was a rough time in my life.

[Descole snorts a little.]

Well, I guess if I could actually manage something like that then it'd probably help me sleep, yeah.

Well, I dunno. I literally had sex like five times in one night, it was kind of pointless. Very crazy...very actually upsetting...you start feeling like a tool...to yourself.

Mmm, maybe not like that... sex used to be relaxing though, at least. Now, though... well, not so much.

Well, I like sex, but at bad times it becomes an addiction. Like five or sex times in one night worth a total stranger was a coping mechanism. I wonder how that guy could stand to fuck me so many times...

Mmmm... at least it isn't too damaging as a coping method, right?

I guess not. I dunno, there are some things though...sex is a difficult object.

Mmm, I guess that just... there's risks, sure, and, well, all of the coping methods can get damaging... but as methods go, it isn't the worst. Well. I don't know. It's probably one that I'd use if I could.

I guess its better then drinking yourself into a stupor or getting hooked on morphine. But sex is a drug in itself.

True. But, then, all of the compulsions can end up as practically addictions, so at least it's not the worst one to have.

True, it's halfway as bad. So yes, I'm glad I got addicted to sex rather.

[She snorts a little bit.]

And then you have me, with the alcohol and the cleaning and the inability to even have sex any more.

I'm sure you will get better. I hope you do at least. For a while I was like that too. I dunno.

Mmm... I hope that this place will help, really. I feel like if anything can, it'll be this place, you know?

I think so too. I think it'll do you very well. Especially with me here. I think I should be able to help, right?

I hope so. I think you should be able to help, yes. You're the best thing here, I think.

The best thing? Am I that great? I don't know if I can agree.

Well... you're definitely the best thing to me. Even if other people don't agree, and you don't agree, I think that you're the most wonderful thing here. I honestly mean that.