Maven went back through the living room on her way to get clothes. She glanced at the mess on the couch and the table beside it. The couch can be a concern for later, but at least she can put the supplies away and put his bag somewhere other than the bloodstained couch. First she'll get the clothes.
The Socialite was being even more obstinate about their facade than usual. She tried not to push them too much because whatever reason they have for this front, it is their business. It did make her sad when people were not their authentic selves, admittedly, but it wasn't her place to tell them how to live life.
But this seemed beyond his mask of upper class pretentiousness, even beyond the frustrating restrains of English pride and decorum.
It felt like Mori was actively hiding something. Probably having to do with why they were in the marsh in the first place.
She didn't want to pry, but it concerned her. She'll have to see if she could talk to them about it over dinner.
She quickly procured some clothes for Mori. Hopefully it would fit them alright. She headed back to the washroom and knocked, "Mori? I brought you a change of clothes."
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Date: 7 Jul 2025 17:15 (UTC)The Socialite was being even more obstinate about their facade than usual. She tried not to push them too much because whatever reason they have for this front, it is their business. It did make her sad when people were not their authentic selves, admittedly, but it wasn't her place to tell them how to live life.
But this seemed beyond his mask of upper class pretentiousness, even beyond the frustrating restrains of English pride and decorum.
It felt like Mori was actively hiding something. Probably having to do with why they were in the marsh in the first place.
She didn't want to pry, but it concerned her. She'll have to see if she could talk to them about it over dinner.
She quickly procured some clothes for Mori. Hopefully it would fit them alright. She headed back to the washroom and knocked, "Mori? I brought you a change of clothes."