badfic_manor | Eleventh Position •~• Nina •~• Barre [In person]

[Ever since her little..'slip' the previous week, Nina had barely left her bedroom over the weekend, even to eat. However, after two days of keeping well out of sight, her hunger got the better of her. It had been so humiliating, it almost hadn't been real. The things she'd said..what she'd done..just how she'd acted full stop was enough to make her want to hide in a dark hole for the next 10 years. Now, the only people she could call her friends here must have thought she needed sectioning. Who wouldn't?

..She wasn't crazy, she wasn't (was she?)..it was the Author, it had to have been. Not to mention what had happened with whatever that thing was with the helmet..that was the only thing she truly wished she could take back...

Finding her way to the kitchen, Nina makes herself a mug of coffee and some toast, though despite her need to eat, the memory of how much she'd embarrassed herself only served to subdue her appetite.

Anyone who speaks to her will notice that she looks a little worse for wear; her hair's loose around her shoulders, her eyes dull and sore from lack of sleep, her entire demeanor just drained completely]

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[Shaun internally winces and puts a comforting arm around her shoulder.]

It's fine, it's over now. Look I'm not pissed about this.

Come on, you look like you could do with something to eat.

[~~Maybe booze would help alleviate the situation?~~ Dstractions are a go.]

[Leaning into him a little, she just nods dumbly, unsure of what else she could say - unsure if she could even say anything - that would make it less awkward]

[He gives her a light squeeze. Frankly despite it's awkwardness, it was the most mundane thing he'd had to deal with in a long time. The brotherhood took away most opportnities for a regular social life.]

What're you in the mood for?

[~~Salad needs moar butter, Mother~~]

[She appreciated the change of subject. She smiles softly, and wipes her eyes again with more conviction]

u-um..I don't mind..I'm not fussy..

[Well, yes she is, but at this point she would have gladly eaten anything..]

[Knowing full well that she was a dancer he figured it wasn't the best idea to present her with a full fry up. So instead he reaches for the fruit bowl and carves up a Grapefruit for her.]

You want some toast with that?

No, thank you..

[Hugging her knee's to her chest]

So..did the Author do much to you last week...?

[Shaun shook his head.]

Nah. Worst I got was I walked into a room and I was suddenly in the middle of Acre in the Middle East 12th century. The guards would jump at fucking anything, I swear.

[He offered a sheepish smile, trying to at least cushion the blow of last week.]

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Oh..that sounds..um..

[It sounded weird, but then again, she would have paid to have that happen to her rather than what did occur..]

[Shaun snorts]

It was a bit. Somehow guards with swords it a bit more terrifying.

[Reaching to the fruit bowl he grabs a mango and starts cutting it up.]

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