"I like the way your unsolicited narrator thinks," says Iman, turning and tugging Greta along with renewed purpose.
:She's right, of course - getting somewhere on their own, where they can sort this out on their own terms, is the clear answer. The wine can come too. Just the wine and the two of them - ridiculous gowns and all. As rattled as she is, Iman isn't sure she can shake off the feeling of seeing Greta like this, and what's more, she isn't sure she wants to. Coat closet it is.:
"GOSH this is sure a thing that's happening," says Iman loudly and with a manic smile. Desperate for conversation points to keep them afloat on their journey - and she won't need long, thank fuck, there's a door in the hall just off this room and she's heading straight for it - she barrels on, "This isn't what it was like in your universe, is it? Narrators and everything? Singing about your innermost thoughts?"
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:She's right, of course - getting somewhere on their own, where they can sort this out on their own terms, is the clear answer. The wine can come too. Just the wine and the two of them - ridiculous gowns and all. As rattled as she is, Iman isn't sure she can shake off the feeling of seeing Greta like this, and what's more, she isn't sure she wants to. Coat closet it is.:
"GOSH this is sure a thing that's happening," says Iman loudly and with a manic smile. Desperate for conversation points to keep them afloat on their journey - and she won't need long, thank fuck, there's a door in the hall just off this room and she's heading straight for it - she barrels on, "This isn't what it was like in your universe, is it? Narrators and everything? Singing about your innermost thoughts?"