[It's some real grown ass woman pouting hours right now, A.B.A. hasn't moved far. In fact, she's still very visible from where she left the former cookies. In her hands are her keys—all of them this time—and she clutches them close to her body. The green key may only give a pretty effect, but her moon key still gives her a strange sense of comfort she can never put her finger on. Whatever it is, she needs it more than ever.
There must be some level of trust, because she doesn't flinch when Lily speaks to her. At the same time, she can't bring herself to look at her either...]
......yes.
[Nothing fancy. No thrown in, extravagant words to make herself feel smarter. Just "yes."]
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There must be some level of trust, because she doesn't flinch when Lily speaks to her. At the same time, she can't bring herself to look at her either...]
......yes.
[Nothing fancy. No thrown in, extravagant words to make herself feel smarter. Just "yes."]