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[personal profile] utselet 2015-12-25 06:22 am (UTC)(link)
Something tightens in her stomach, and she takes a deep breath and makes herself nod when she doesn't actually want to. She wants to apologize and give Tiffany a hug, tell her to go get the gift... but this is the instinct that keeps getting her into trouble, she realizes. She can't keep letting herself fall for people. Not even for Tiffany, whose only crimes are those she hasn't yet and may never commit.

"Sorry," she offers instead, affecting a wince. "I didn't grow up with Christmas; I'm still wrapping my head around it. We didn't do much with presents when I was little. And... I think I really just need to go and lie down." Or to have some quiet in her cell, anyway, to think, to regroup.
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[personal profile] utselet 2015-12-26 01:15 am (UTC)(link)

"I know, Tiffya," she says gently, trying to soften things with the use of the diminutive. She spreads out a large silk scarf and starts setting her clothes on it, turning it functionally into a bundle. "You've always been very considerate."

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[personal profile] utselet 2015-12-26 01:20 am (UTC)(link)

She shakes her head. "It's nothing to do with you, I promise." It's true, really; she's paying the price for other people's sins.