There's nothing quite like guilt gnawing at him to make Absinthe crave escape- the art fair is full of booths, music, sound and life- he should be thrilled, they had always cited their fondness for Huntsville's insistence on survival- joy in the little things, despite the circumstances. But their stomach is turning, and in the walls of their mind, Sin is clawing for anything to make their disgust with themselves go away.
The hands are familiar where they sit against your body. You follow them willingly until 'better judgement' settles in. It barely found you this time.
He shakes his head, swallows tightly.
"DADADADADA." Cold spirals down his back as he turns around, blue eyes settling on Joei in- Esther's arms. After a cursory, terrified glance around, for anyone that god forbid- might have heard- Sin swallows- and waves Esther down.
"Hey. I- we need to talk. Or... I need to talk, and I need you to listen. Do you have a minute, Esth?" They've got enough on their plate now- lying to Esther and forcing Ondine to do the same needs to stop- Sin just hopes that what they have to say doesn't... chase them off for good. "It's important. I've. Not been wholly honest, with you."
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