"Awesome," she says, feeling more buoyant than she has in days. This'll be nice. Relaxing. Fun! She's going to have fun, god damn it.
It's not a short walk but the rest of it remains peaceful - Iman does note some judging looks here and there, but that's to be expected, and she draws no attention to them. She stops them at the first liquor store she sees and buys them a modest assortment of supplies - enough for some good cocktailing, and if they need more then they can get more. And then they're at Greta's building.
"Here, let me," she says, stepping forward as Greta approaches the door - she would have liked to be able to carry their groceries but she can't do that, at the very least she can open the-
Her stomach lurches when she fails to move her arm, strange how easy it is to fucking forget, even when she's thinking about it she forgets, it's not there, she can't use it, can't do anything. She holds out her 'good' hand for the keys, trying to look like that's what she meant in the first place, trying not to look as sick as she suddenly feels.
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It's not a short walk but the rest of it remains peaceful - Iman does note some judging looks here and there, but that's to be expected, and she draws no attention to them. She stops them at the first liquor store she sees and buys them a modest assortment of supplies - enough for some good cocktailing, and if they need more then they can get more. And then they're at Greta's building.
"Here, let me," she says, stepping forward as Greta approaches the door - she would have liked to be able to carry their groceries but she can't do that, at the very least she can open the-
Her stomach lurches when she fails to move her arm, strange how easy it is to fucking forget, even when she's thinking about it she forgets, it's not there, she can't use it, can't do anything. She holds out her 'good' hand for the keys, trying to look like that's what she meant in the first place, trying not to look as sick as she suddenly feels.