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[hot-engineer.livejournal.com]

"Hnnnnngh..."

Lucca is slumped over a table in the cafeteria, holding her head. Her helmet is set to the side, along with a manhandled cup of coffee that has left rings everywhere on the lunch table and is already half-cold.

"...hate the wooooorld. Why's it gotta be so bright? 'N noisy? N' fast-moving?"

This is the reason she hates the world right now. She got herself hammered last night for a noble cause; to save an Enforcer from a horrible fate.

"M' gonna KILL Ed when I see him. No, first I'll dismantle him, and THEN I'll kill him."

Selflessness tends to wither in the face of blinding pain and nausea, however.

Approach?

((EDIT: Threadjacking to talk to Ed too is a-okay, since they're both in hangover'ville in the cafeteria together.))

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[leeklove-diva.livejournal.com]

"Oh, that's not good! Does it need some ice?"



"I could find some for you? You should probably try to keep your brain in your head, after all..."

[hot-engineer.livejournal.com]

"No, 'sokay. It's not really gonna ooze out." The pain drains any confusion she may show at Miku's literal translation. "It just feels like it. Uh, thanks though. I think all it needs, is time..."