[ a small part of her thinks to ask who d'artagnan is, brain trying to compartmentalize her grief by focusing on something else, but it doesn't really work.
unless castiel pats her shoulder and jo bleats a surprised laugh, watery and crackled with the rest of her tears. she's in piss poor form if an angel of the lord is trying to comfort her. she swipes at the tears, pressing the heel of her hands to her cheeks for a moment. she needs to chill the fuck out. ]
I'm gonna take the credit for that, yeah.
[ it was worth it, then. not that she would have changed anything, she was dying already. knowing it had some extra purpose... well it doesn't lessen the grief or make her miss her mother less but it's a little silver lining. ]
Do you know how to cash out chips here?
[ yeah, just moving on like nothing happened. ignore her splotchy cheeks and red rimmed eyes, help her figure out how bitcoin works. ]
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unless castiel pats her shoulder and jo bleats a surprised laugh, watery and crackled with the rest of her tears. she's in piss poor form if an angel of the lord is trying to comfort her. she swipes at the tears, pressing the heel of her hands to her cheeks for a moment. she needs to chill the fuck out. ]
I'm gonna take the credit for that, yeah.
[ it was worth it, then. not that she would have changed anything, she was dying already. knowing it had some extra purpose... well it doesn't lessen the grief or make her miss her mother less but it's a little silver lining. ]
Do you know how to cash out chips here?
[ yeah, just moving on like nothing happened. ignore her splotchy cheeks and red rimmed eyes, help her figure out how bitcoin works. ]