For a moment Helga looks way more awkward than she has at any other point this evening. One of her hands rises to the back of her neck again, absentmindedly adjusting the big pink bow wrapped around that messy bun of hers. Before she talks she turns to the stalls, trying to keep the action casual as she starts checking each one.
"Kind of, I guess." Her words come out mumbled, spoken in an almost angry huff. She's only vaguely better now at facing her emotions than she was at eleven, over half a decade spent on a therapist's couch showing some benefits.
"I mean I kind of made a career out of messing everything up when I was a kid." She pushes one stall open, the door sluggish to shut when she goes to the next. It's like she's doing it to kill time because that's exactly what she's doing, one hand in her pocket the whole time. "And when I was older too."
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Date: 2020-08-31 04:57 am (UTC)For a moment Helga looks way more awkward than she has at any other point this evening. One of her hands rises to the back of her neck again, absentmindedly adjusting the big pink bow wrapped around that messy bun of hers. Before she talks she turns to the stalls, trying to keep the action casual as she starts checking each one.
"Kind of, I guess." Her words come out mumbled, spoken in an almost angry huff. She's only vaguely better now at facing her emotions than she was at eleven, over half a decade spent on a therapist's couch showing some benefits.
"I mean I kind of made a career out of messing everything up when I was a kid." She pushes one stall open, the door sluggish to shut when she goes to the next. It's like she's doing it to kill time because that's exactly what she's doing, one hand in her pocket the whole time. "And when I was older too."