[ she's tipsy and sad enough that she doesn't bristle at being called kid. maybe she feels like one. out of her depth, trying to deal with the amount of guilt and trauma the game gave her when she was never really good at handling her emotions in the first place.
she sinks further into the couch and rubs at her eyes again, holding the bottle like someone might hold a stuffed animal. ]
I'm trying. [ she says, and it's clear she's drunk by this point with the way her speech lags. ] I'm trying to be good. It's really hard.
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she sinks further into the couch and rubs at her eyes again, holding the bottle like someone might hold a stuffed animal. ]
I'm trying. [ she says, and it's clear she's drunk by this point with the way her speech lags. ] I'm trying to be good. It's really hard.