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▲ <span class="mu-s">Emma</span>: <span class="mu-i">Seriously, Angel, you and I had so much to talk about! Hahaha! Finally!</span>
<span class="mu-s">Angel</span>: <span class="mu-i">Finally, yeah. But you keep hiding shit.</span>
Caught off guard, Emma doesn’t know what to gesture or what to say. She just stops moving.
<span class="mu-s">Angel</span>: <span class="mu-i">You still think that you did Karuna dirty like that, and I think that makes you feel bad.</span>
▲ <span class="mu-s">Emma</span>: <span class="mu-i">Oh- that? I wasn’t hiding that, it’s just like… I thought it was obvious?</span>
<span class="mu-s">Angel</span>: <span class="mu-i">It’s not.</span>
▲ <span class="mu-s">Emma</span>: <span class="mu-i">Um- how so?</span>
<span class="mu-s">Angel</span>: <span class="mu-i">Karuna was stuck. You took her out of her shell. It was going to be a mess anyway, everything sucks ass at first and getting bitches ain’t no different. Sometimes you just have to go, you know. Sometimes things /are/ simple. You made her go.</span>
‘But she wasn’t ready’, Emma thinks but doesn’t say. Then, she considers it. Maybe that’s the point. Maybe there are things that you can only learn by 'going'.
<span class="mu-s">Angel</span>: <span class="mu-i">Did that make you feel any better?</span>
▲ <span class="mu-s">Emma</span>: <span class="mu-i">Hmm, I’m not so sure? I’ll have to think about it.</span>
<span class="mu-s">Angel</span>: <span class="mu-i">Then it didn’t.</span>
Emma laughs. Angel smirks. The intention itself was enough.
▲ <span class="mu-s">Emma</span>: <span class="mu-i">Thank you, Angel.</span>
<span class="mu-s">Angel</span>: <span class="mu-i">Anytime. Though you are a pretty twisted person.</span>
▲ <span class="mu-s">Emma</span>: <span class="mu-i">H-HEY!</span>
<span class="mu-s">Angel</span>: <span class="mu-i">I said that you are pretty. You can’t be mad at me.</span>
▲ <span class="mu-s">Emma</span>: <span class="mu-i">Idiot. Why are you always so nice to me?</span>
<span class="mu-s">Angel</span>: <span class="mu-i">Cause you aren’t mean to me when I’m dumb.</span>
Angel slowly takes out a smoke, as Emma finally dares to take in the delicate scenery enveloping her; the pictures, the wave patterns on the marble ceiling, the iron flowers drawn on the railings around the staircase... The Imeredala clan, while not short on money by any means, eschews luxury in most of its forms (except when it comes to food) as they consider elegance to be the devil’s bait- to which Emma, studying the intricate works around her, feels a calling to. It is superficial. She knows. And yet, just looking around, Emma feels a deep craving being satisfied. As the tip of the cigarette becomes bright, Emma explodes into laughter. Very much surprised by the sudden outburst, Angel laughs as well.
<span class="mu-s">Angel</span>: <span class="mu-i">Why the fuck are we even laughing now?</span>
Emma swipes both eyes with a sleeve, still laughing.
▲ <span class="mu-s">Emma</span>: <span class="mu-i">Because: you are the chimney that keeps me warm!</span>
<span class="mu-s">Angel</span>: <span class="mu-i">Bitch, was that the joke? That I’m getting cancer?</span>
▲ <span class="mu-s">Emma</span>: <span class="mu-i">Yeah! Hahaha!</span>
<span class="mu-s">Angel</span>: <span class="mu-i">Hahahaha!</span>
