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It was always a gamble, the tango with Elaine. A game of Russian roulette. And it was addicting. Where substance alone could not make a home, the inability to predict found its way in. Cruel or kind? – She could not say it, and how hard she would try to avoid thinking it, but it was not unlike Lux. The real Lux. The Lux who didn’t just parrot her every thought – oscillate between saying what she wanted to hear and saying what she truly thought (though the two often went hand-in-hand). Cruel. Or, rather, petty. She should not have supposed much else – had they so much as spoken more than two words to each other since Candy (hm…) dropped the bomb? There were complexities to Elaine and Lux, that much she… had a strong inkling about. So, if it were bad news bears™ around the folks less close to Lux? Very bad news bears™ around those who had orbited around her. “Alright.” Dismissive. Passive. Aggravated. Time for a dance. “Do you want me to give you a tutorial sometime? I mean, you could definitely use one.”
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“How to look like a raccoon 101? Yeah- I’ll pass,” she scoffs, pushing her food around her plate, “So not my taste.” At least, not for herself. There was something about the way it looked on Alice that actually worked... not that she would ever admit to it. Sometimes she wondered what it would be like to experiment with her look, to go to a clothing store or a makeup counter and not pick things out based on what she thought her mother would say. In turn, she wondered if Alice’s new(ish) look was because that’s who she’d always been on the inside or if it was just as far away from who she was that she could get. And still, Elaine couldn’t imagine herself in leather and smudged eyeliner.
“I was just trying to make conversation- you can put the claws away.”










