[ She is - definitely drunk by the time she comes back to the bearings. Hanging with ribbons, the flowers in her hair askew and that - drunk high giggle of trying to be quiet, but failing miserably at that. Her skirt is hitched up at her side and exposes the long line of markings down her leg. Her feet are bare, shoes abandoned by the door, and ribbons on her ankles too. She's, in short, a tipsy, giggling mess. Falling over herself and enjoying it. All loose-limbed and leaning from object to object - bed, after she gets something in her stomach, is probably the next best course of action.
She doesn't even really see Parker - so much as she thought she had been in coma as well, and now she was awake - and all she really registers is that someone is sitting there on the couch. A question maybe to what she's reading - then wondering if there's a digital copy and - wait, the kettle's boiling. Coffee - good idea. Fairly sure she needs to drink something that isn't rich and makes her light and lightness. ( Feels good - different, to Eridium, not a burning, searing feeling, but a headiness and fullness that settles numb in her. She's relaxed in the same breath she's eager for the things about her ).
Angel trips her way on bare feet to the counter, catching herself on it. Another peel of giggle as she rocks herself to being balanced. Pushing up on her toes, humming thoughtfully - ]
(Whose boiling the kettle? )
[ It's not talking out loud, so that's quieter, isn't it? ( No, Angel, no it's not. ) ]
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She doesn't even really see Parker - so much as she thought she had been in coma as well, and now she was awake - and all she really registers is that someone is sitting there on the couch. A question maybe to what she's reading - then wondering if there's a digital copy and - wait, the kettle's boiling. Coffee - good idea. Fairly sure she needs to drink something that isn't rich and makes her light and lightness. ( Feels good - different, to Eridium, not a burning, searing feeling, but a headiness and fullness that settles numb in her. She's relaxed in the same breath she's eager for the things about her ).
Angel trips her way on bare feet to the counter, catching herself on it. Another peel of giggle as she rocks herself to being balanced. Pushing up on her toes, humming thoughtfully - ]
( Whose boiling the kettle? )
[ It's not talking out loud, so that's quieter, isn't it? ( No, Angel, no it's not. ) ]