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Freya had to just stand in bewilderment as this girl suggested alternative subjects. Could she not hear what she was saying to her? “I don’t…” Freya tried, but then gave up mid-sentence. She really wasn’t sure how else she could phrase it in a clear way. As this masked girl glanced up, Freya looked around, trying to find the nearest exit to plan how she could get to it. Though she didn’t have long enough, as the girl quickly met her gaze again, keeping Freya in this very dysfunctional conversation.
Before she knew it, the two of them had found an exit route and were standing outside. Although, the girl had tried to travel solo, which Freya would have let happen if she hadn’t hit her head in transit. Well now she definitely couldn’t be alone. So, alas, the two of them stood and this girl deemed herself unhelpful in Freya’s search for where she could walk her back. [color= darksalmon]“You’re… cipher. Okay,” [/color] She repeated in wonder as to how that information can be utilised. Nothing. Nothing was coming to her here.
Her train of thought was interrupted by this girl as she asked for the nearby toilets. Freya had been mid-focus, and she instinctively went to say ‘Not now,’ until she looked up and realised the urgency of the situation. Instead, Freya wasn’t able to give any answer, and she had to think a little more on her feet. Which found her stepping forward to pull the girls curls away from her face as she leaned forward and let out clearly immense volume of alcohol she had been consuming.
When it seemed to be over, Freya stood back up again. Now they were back in the same predicament as before. Where to get her to. [color= darksalmon]“So… do you need to- where could we…” [/color] Freya tried, talking around in circles. Getting her somewhere was more crucial considering she was injured. [color= darksalmon]“I mean my room isn’t far from here,” [/color] She suggested, scratching the back of her neck slightly. Though she wasn’t sure why she was making it an open debate, considering this girl was in no place to make any input. [color= darksalmon]“Come on, it’s this way,” [/color] Freya told her, making the decision, as there didn’t seem to be any other choice.
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@Kristi Thalia