#(hey egg 00 addy sure is. 00 a touch starved person who craves affection but is too polite to ask for it 00)

[shsl-daredevil]

this is gay

Addy found herself watching her feet move, not knowing where they were taking her. Her mind was buzzing and it was all she could do to keep putting one foot in front of the other while she felt so light-headed. The elevator chimed gently at her as she entered and exited, and started eyeing the nameplates on the doors of the second floor. Who was it she was looking for?

The further she got, the more obvious her goal became to her. She didn’t know why she was seeking her out, and part of her wanted to pull back, to keep to herself. But it was drowned out by the steady urge to make sure that she was still there, and see if maybe she had… something. Answers, sympathy, venting, talking, even just shared silence. Anything to keep her mind off of what was happening, and keep her from blanking out more than she already had.

Reaching her destination, she eyed the label reading “Hoshiko Moreau”, and wondered why she had thought of her this whole time as Hoshiko. Wasn’t that a little rude? She shook away the thought, and knocked softly after her motor functions finished going through another moment of static. 

“Moreau? It’s Addy. I’m here to…” She tried to figure that out for a few seconds, and then gave up. “I’m just here... I guess.”

@linguxst