[today might have been her day, but she'd been so caught up in everything, in how the whole city is either conspiring against her or making her the happiest she's ever been lately, that it's been hard for her to actually focus. today has been more or less lucid, and she's grateful for it for now.]
[when she actually walks outside the apartment complex, where she lives with the person who used to be Jen Bowen, she's dressed in the outfit of a woman who knows what posh looks like but isn't trying to let other people know she's dressing posh—if that makes sense. she'd be wearing her white sweater but it has stitches in the side and a lot of it is pink now, so she'll be. retiring that one.]
[her heels clack along the sidewalk and though they're modest, making her only an inch or so taller, she's walking with confidence. right up until she sees her ride and she's forced to gasp with her freshly-painted blue nails coming up to cover her mouth.]
Eren!
[that's it. she can't say anything else because she's already going to try to hug him.]
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[when she actually walks outside the apartment complex, where she lives with the person who used to be Jen Bowen, she's dressed in the outfit of a woman who knows what posh looks like but isn't trying to let other people know she's dressing posh—if that makes sense. she'd be wearing her white sweater but it has stitches in the side and a lot of it is pink now, so she'll be. retiring that one.]
[her heels clack along the sidewalk and though they're modest, making her only an inch or so taller, she's walking with confidence. right up until she sees her ride and she's forced to gasp with her freshly-painted blue nails coming up to cover her mouth.]
Eren!
[that's it. she can't say anything else because she's already going to try to hug him.]