His warning wouldn't have done any good, Nariko understood all of that and wished that she didn't. Roland was easy to become intoxicated by, after all he had somehow won her over despite every hiccup and irritation between them. The sooner she went back to disassociating from her feelings again the safer she would be. And as soon as they returned home that was what she would do.
Just not know. She needed whatever faint sliver of love he could give her, and she knew exactly how pathetic that was.
Bert's apology, by comparison, was practically golden. Nariko had absolutely no illusions about Bert wanting to say it, but she could accept it in stride. "It's alright, Bert."
As if summoned by the call of his name Kaine appeared again, hair tied back and her apron on (the one with the tiny daisies). She looked between Bert and Roland, unsure of what to make of things. Clearing her throat awkwardly, Kaine tried, "So, vodka? Or is Nariko going to be the only drunk one?"
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Date: 2015-04-03 12:47 pm (UTC)Just not know. She needed whatever faint sliver of love he could give her, and she knew exactly how pathetic that was.
Bert's apology, by comparison, was practically golden. Nariko had absolutely no illusions about Bert wanting to say it, but she could accept it in stride. "It's alright, Bert."
As if summoned by the call of his name Kaine appeared again, hair tied back and her apron on (the one with the tiny daisies). She looked between Bert and Roland, unsure of what to make of things. Clearing her throat awkwardly, Kaine tried, "So, vodka? Or is Nariko going to be the only drunk one?"