asa stops when they finally come across camille, staring at her wide eyed as she takes in the full scene. the unfocused gaze. the lethargy. the stench of booze.
she clenches her fist, taking a deep breath, and then she closes the distance to stand next to rondo. there's a slight pause, and then what comes out of her mouth is:]
You got drunk... [it's not meant to be judgmental, but her disbelief is palpable. this is awful to witness.] On a Thursday, of all days? Why?
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asa stops when they finally come across camille, staring at her wide eyed as she takes in the full scene. the unfocused gaze. the lethargy. the stench of booze.
she clenches her fist, taking a deep breath, and then she closes the distance to stand next to rondo. there's a slight pause, and then what comes out of her mouth is:]
You got drunk... [it's not meant to be judgmental, but her disbelief is palpable. this is awful to witness.] On a Thursday, of all days? Why?