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Alone backstage and waiting for the band to finish, Elina sits down with Vileplume and sighs deeply.
She has somehow reacquired your jacket from the forces of evil that snatched it from her. As she studies it intently, her eyes dart from left to right, just to ensure that nobody is spying on her.
Quickly and quietly, she hugs the jacket and takes a light inhale, "I hope he's okay.."
"Viiiiile...?~"
As soon as she catches wind of her odd word choice, she stumbles, lets go of the jacket, and tries to apply damage control, "N-N-No, no! Not like that! I mean--why would I even.."
And that's when her heart gets assaulted with a barrage of things you said earlier today.
>"Hey! Leave her alone!">"So what if I'm her fiance? We're in love and uh, that's how it's gonna be no matter what so you can guys can just back the fickle off!">"Are you just going to keep running away?">"We'll go together. It'll be alright.">"I'll be right with you the whole time!">"Not just any sketchy pervert jerk--/your/ sketchy pervert jerk! Remember?"She squirms just thinking about you caring for her, "No, I-I'm not supposed to, I-I hate him too! He's as much a jerk as Sean, he's just doing me a favor this time..."
And yet, all of that deluded convincing can't stop her from peeking through the curtains and eyeing Serena from afar. AKA--Shamboobs. Elina feels envious just looking at her nonchalant face, the girl can't help but wonder if anything you told her was actually genuine, or just shit you spout to any chick in need of help.
"What does he see in her...?
What does she see in him?" 