*Face red, Alanna leans back in the large arm chair, trying to make herself as small as possible. She pulls her knees up and stares morosely at the ceiling.
She feels foolish. Childish.
She feels horrible, and is seriously considering saying her farewells and going home.
She also feels like crying and hates herself for it. But at least she recognizes jealousy for what it is, and wages a mental war with herself on the issue. Finally, she squeaks and runs her hand through her hair.*
That was... (kind?) thoughtful of him. It is your pet now?
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*Face red, Alanna leans back in the large arm chair, trying to make herself as small as possible. She pulls her knees up and stares morosely at the ceiling.
She feels foolish. Childish.
She feels horrible, and is seriously considering saying her farewells and going home.
She also feels like crying and hates herself for it. But at least she recognizes jealousy for what it is, and wages a mental war with herself on the issue. Finally, she squeaks and runs her hand through her hair.*
That was... (kind?) thoughtful of him. It is your pet now?
*Pets are a safe subject. Really.*