[ Light opens up the door and looks around, hands on her hips. All that alcohol smell in the air was nauseating.]
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[ Tough love time. If Fang did not want literal sunshine in her room, well, too bad. Despite the cold, Light throws the curtains and the windows open.]
We can't, but do you rally want to be known as a drunk? I'm no letting that happen.
[You just get a frustrated sigh.]
You might be old, but physically we're the same age. Well... were the same age. Not counting our actual age, I'm older than you. Listen to your elder, Fang.
[She watches the other woman for a moment before stepping to the other side of the bed. Before Fang could react, Light shoves her arms under the mattress, pulling it up roughly to knock the other woman to the ground.]
You're going to take a shower. I'll make you breakfast. You'll eat, and then we're going to go outside. No more alcohol till I think you're ready to handle it again. Got it?
[This is said with hands on her hips and a look of "don't fuck with me".]
She sighs and makes her way into the bathroom. The shower isn't exactly quick, but when she comes out in a fresh change of clothes - still Gran Pulsian style - she looks...refreshed.)
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[ Tough love time. If Fang did not want literal sunshine in her room, well, too bad. Despite the cold, Light throws the curtains and the windows open.]
It smells like a bar in here.
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Where is the cap anyway? Ah who knows.)
Don't! (Fang rolls onto her side and hides behind her arm.) When did'ya turn heartless?!
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[ That bottle of alcohol is going to be confiscated. And your room cleaned. Might have to get a scented candle or something...]
Was I heartless all the other times I pushed you when you wanted to give up?
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(She kicks herself onto her feet and away from the sunlight.)
Maybe a little. I'm old, Light.
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[You just get a frustrated sigh.]
You might be old, but physically we're the same age. Well... were the same age. Not counting our actual age, I'm older than you. Listen to your elder, Fang.
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(She huffs, blowing a strand of hair out of her eyes.)
Make me. (But she is reaching out to tug on Lightning's vibrant hair.) Where are your fangs?
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You're up now. Let's get going.
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Where to?
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[This is said with hands on her hips and a look of "don't fuck with me".]
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And if I puke my guts out because you made me move around too much?
(A towel is grabbed and flung over her shoulder.)
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[Not going to mince words.]
I'll be out in the kitchen. Take as long as you need.
[Out the door she goes.]
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(Ha so there.
She sighs and makes her way into the bathroom. The shower isn't exactly quick, but when she comes out in a fresh change of clothes - still Gran Pulsian style - she looks...refreshed.)
Happy?
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[The breakfast was rather plain, since everything else would come up even faster.
Lightning looked over, sighing.]
You might get cold in that. It's winter here.