“let me take care of this. i’ve got it. sit down, relax.”
alana’s nature is to give, and she gently presses a kiss to the closest available patch of skin she can reach. which is, always, any. she takes over patiently with what is left, which is in requirement of an entirely different set of gloves, as the good doctor has the smallest hands belonging to someone well past infancy. her own are a soft powder blue, an easy visual differentiation between the two. she waits the scarce second for the water to warm.
at the very least, the dogs are behaved. they sit patiently at the window in a cluster, watching any and all go by. theirs is the safest house anyone could live in. guinefort lives his life in ghostly silence.
she’s limitlessly proud of the girls — even as she watches them drive their mother to the brink of insanity. but young girls are young girls, and often alana feels like she’s known them their entire lives. she wishes that she has — says as much whenever she can, open and honest and heartened by it. she loves easily. it’s never been difficulty to want to be there for them both. she bonds more closely with drisella, and often alana knows they’re very like calls to like. she always felt different, too.
so she listens to the stories and she smiles along with them. it always feels easy, to fall into that very descriptive banter. to imagine a classroom (her own place of comfort, security), think of drisella standing in front of a room occasionally snapping at some jock who won’t get his foot off his friend’s desk, another throwing paper balls and insisting it was, of course, not him.
“six-seven has no context. you give it context how you want to. so something can be six-seven if you don’t like it, or it can be six-seven if it’s your favorite thing. it’s more like — you give it meaning with tone. which sounds like it defeats the purpose of memetic speech, but really it just evolves it. —i can maybe get her to stop calling you unc. with some effort.”
she always feels like she’s very good at defusing the situation. how easily she falls into place.
“i’d meant to do these earlier, but i ended up fixing the door-hinge first. i hadn’t realized it needed to be oiled until it made the worst sound in the middle of the night.”
