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Jan. 19th, 2017 10:32 pm"Kanan-san! How many times must I tell you, sit up properly!"
The great urgency to Dia's voice might be a bit superfluous given that Kanan's just barely slouching, and that there's nobody in the room to see it but the two of them. But that's how Dia gets when she's nervous: five times prissier about absolutely everything. Since her arrival, she's adjusted the photo frames on Kanan's bedroom wall three times over, re-folded her bedsheets (it's not her fault Kanan's bad at it), straightened Kanan's collar, straightened her own collar, fixed Kanan's hair, fixed her own hair, and goodness she's only been here ten minutes. Having exhausted her list of things to fidget with, Dia's finally resorted to pacing around in circles, wringing her hands together, and alternating between talking to herself and chastising Kanan for any minor offense she may commit.
"Mari-san will be here at any moment," that's the 'to herself' part-- "I want you to take this very seriously!" And this is the chastising Kanan part. "This is a highly delicate matter. If we do not handle it with care, it may well shatter the precious friendship we've worked so hard to rebuild! Do you understand? I need you to follow our script to the letter! We can afford to take no risks!"
Her voice rises in a squeaking crescendo the longer she goes in. In truth, maybe rather than giving this lecture for the umpteenth time that day, what Dia truly needs is to sit down and have a cup of tea, and also possibly a hug.
She seems awfully keen on that lecture, though.
The great urgency to Dia's voice might be a bit superfluous given that Kanan's just barely slouching, and that there's nobody in the room to see it but the two of them. But that's how Dia gets when she's nervous: five times prissier about absolutely everything. Since her arrival, she's adjusted the photo frames on Kanan's bedroom wall three times over, re-folded her bedsheets (it's not her fault Kanan's bad at it), straightened Kanan's collar, straightened her own collar, fixed Kanan's hair, fixed her own hair, and goodness she's only been here ten minutes. Having exhausted her list of things to fidget with, Dia's finally resorted to pacing around in circles, wringing her hands together, and alternating between talking to herself and chastising Kanan for any minor offense she may commit.
"Mari-san will be here at any moment," that's the 'to herself' part-- "I want you to take this very seriously!" And this is the chastising Kanan part. "This is a highly delicate matter. If we do not handle it with care, it may well shatter the precious friendship we've worked so hard to rebuild! Do you understand? I need you to follow our script to the letter! We can afford to take no risks!"
Her voice rises in a squeaking crescendo the longer she goes in. In truth, maybe rather than giving this lecture for the umpteenth time that day, what Dia truly needs is to sit down and have a cup of tea, and also possibly a hug.
She seems awfully keen on that lecture, though.
