( she is kindling under a magnifying glass on a dry, sunny day — perpetually ready to explode in sparks and set a city-wide blaze. but, oh. that pause, his question... it does something to quench the undercurrent of anger, if only for a moment as her heart pangs sharply in her chest. )

...Halloween was real. ( what a terrible reminder, what a terribly accurate parallel this is but god if it isn't accurate. one would think with two of the same people running around it'd be easier to discern exactly what was happening opposed to just a ghost wearing your friends face and impersonating them based on shared memories. but turns out some of the doubles are manipulative little shits with similar enough experiences to make it actually feel real. her momentary trusting of the doppelsuno vs his two or three day experience with her doppel self... )

We smashed up Photo's At Sea afterwards. Pal redrew all my notes. Rita apologized. I didn't realize there was anything really wrong with you until it was too late that time either...