[ Midge has been avoiding the spirits as well--can you blame her? Her love life is a mess, she misses Joel and Benjamin, and any other time she'd be wined and dined and wooed. Miriam loves love, loves being in love, loves the idea of love, but here it's a big fat bupkiss. She's usually okay with that--she's gotta find her own path first, right? But it doesn't make it suck less.
She doesn't feel lonely so much as lost, like the universe has gone 'hey, midge, remember how you used to have it all, even when you lost everything and became a stand-up comedian? Welp, that's over now, too! Have some chocolate.'
But she puts up a good front and a nice smile, though she's dipping into the baking chocolate by the time someone walks in. She's still dressed to the nines--a nice blue, perfectly fitted dress--while she's waiting on her macaroni and cheese to bake. She's seated at a little table, a rather large knife and a cutting board placed in front of her as she hacks off slivers of bitter chocolate like she owns the entirety of the kitchen.
(in her mind, she does) ]
Trying to pretend today doesn't exist.
[ It's dry and to the point, and Miriam takes the knife--wumpf--and slams it down on a good, sizable chunk of chocolate, wordlessly offering it over to the other. He sounds drunk. Is he drunk? He's probably drunk. ]
( dean can relate, to an extent. he's never really had it all, but he ... had someone, a long, long time ago. it's better not to think about her. he had to bury whatever they had for her own safety, and it doesn't do anyone good to dig up the past.
he's almost intimidated by the knife, but he's been around women who have definitely wanted to kill him with less (and who almost succeeded). maybe he's a little impressed, though, the way she handles it. there's just something about a woman who knows how to use a knife, you know? it's kinda hot. )
Hey, you and me both, sister. ( he ignores her comment about water. what's water? never heard of it. he does, however, glance at the chocolate she hands him. he's not about to refuse free chocolate, so he takes it and pops it into his mouth. the way he chews is almost obscene. it's bitter, but he's not complaining. ) Where'd you even get chocolate from?
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She doesn't feel lonely so much as lost, like the universe has gone 'hey, midge, remember how you used to have it all, even when you lost everything and became a stand-up comedian? Welp, that's over now, too! Have some chocolate.'
But she puts up a good front and a nice smile, though she's dipping into the baking chocolate by the time someone walks in. She's still dressed to the nines--a nice blue, perfectly fitted dress--while she's waiting on her macaroni and cheese to bake. She's seated at a little table, a rather large knife and a cutting board placed in front of her as she hacks off slivers of bitter chocolate like she owns the entirety of the kitchen.
(in her mind, she does) ]
Trying to pretend today doesn't exist.
[ It's dry and to the point, and Miriam takes the knife--wumpf--and slams it down on a good, sizable chunk of chocolate, wordlessly offering it over to the other. He sounds drunk. Is he drunk? He's probably drunk. ]
Drink some water.
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he's almost intimidated by the knife, but he's been around women who have definitely wanted to kill him with less (and who almost succeeded). maybe he's a little impressed, though, the way she handles it. there's just something about a woman who knows how to use a knife, you know? it's kinda hot. )
Hey, you and me both, sister. ( he ignores her comment about water. what's water? never heard of it. he does, however, glance at the chocolate she hands him. he's not about to refuse free chocolate, so he takes it and pops it into his mouth. the way he chews is almost obscene. it's bitter, but he's not complaining. ) Where'd you even get chocolate from?