What is it with mothers and manners? Is that an inborn obsession that comes along with the pregnancy hormones and never dissipates? Mine was exactly the same, ceaselessly the same. I can still hear her voice echoing in my head if my elbows so much as skim the table.
[That - was quite a rant, but her family's so distant to her now that it doesn't feel quite as personal. Still, she stops herself there before she can work herself up to a place of real emotion instead of cool annoyance.
Hearing that she's not alone is the same complex sort of relief it always is, and at Riona's last comment, Celeste can't help but crack a smile.]
We'll all have to meet up again in a few months and be really, really cool at each other. Stand in separate corners of the room with our arms crossed and be very aggressive about not giving a care for anything. Hopefully that'll balance the scales.
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[That - was quite a rant, but her family's so distant to her now that it doesn't feel quite as personal. Still, she stops herself there before she can work herself up to a place of real emotion instead of cool annoyance.
Hearing that she's not alone is the same complex sort of relief it always is, and at Riona's last comment, Celeste can't help but crack a smile.]
We'll all have to meet up again in a few months and be really, really cool at each other. Stand in separate corners of the room with our arms crossed and be very aggressive about not giving a care for anything. Hopefully that'll balance the scales.