[ Gideon is over in a few minutes, wearing a rumpled excuse for pajamas, her hair all messy.
The scene is...not good, to say the least. Gideon has always assumed Anna's bass is like her sword: her prized possession, her best friend, the only thing to get her through some days. It's not right to just leave it like that. But she sees Anna, too, and she understands why the bass is where it is. Gideon has struggled with getting out from under blankets lately, too. ]
Hey.
[ Gideon joins Anna on the floor, cross-legged and looking around at all those posters. She's never seen anything like them before. And she figures Anna probably wants the privacy. ]
Your shitty depression nest isn't that bad, actually. I've seen worse.
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The scene is...not good, to say the least. Gideon has always assumed Anna's bass is like her sword: her prized possession, her best friend, the only thing to get her through some days. It's not right to just leave it like that. But she sees Anna, too, and she understands why the bass is where it is. Gideon has struggled with getting out from under blankets lately, too. ]
Hey.
[ Gideon joins Anna on the floor, cross-legged and looking around at all those posters. She's never seen anything like them before. And she figures Anna probably wants the privacy. ]
Your shitty depression nest isn't that bad, actually. I've seen worse.