"Hit the nail on the head," Blue says, and manages a curl of a smile, tired as it is, at Elan and her soft ears. As crowded as her apartment now is, she's glad she has Copper and Persephone and the rats to take care of. It keeps her from getting too irrational about things.
"Jesus," she says, pushing herself off the counter. "You're going to run out of skin at this rate." It's sort of a horrible quip to make, she thinks after saying it, classic not-nice Blue, and she makes a face. "I'm sorry. It's..."
She shrugs helplessly. "That for me, too." She glances up at Tris.
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Date: 2018-03-27 08:55 pm (UTC)"Jesus," she says, pushing herself off the counter. "You're going to run out of skin at this rate." It's sort of a horrible quip to make, she thinks after saying it, classic not-nice Blue, and she makes a face. "I'm sorry. It's..."
She shrugs helplessly. "That for me, too." She glances up at Tris.