[Cecelia didn't grow up in this society, so she never knew the dread that comes with being subject to going to a restaurant and having random strangers sing Happy Birthday to you in front of everyone. but this? this is about the same level of awful. more aware than ever of the dozens of pairs of eyes now fixing on their point as she moves, Cecelia fights the want to scream. that'd only make it worse! she'd just--
did he say lute.]
No! NononononoNONONO!
[she reels around, books flying everywhere as she lunges and grabs for his case to keep it shut, eyes big with terror. her hair has begun to frizz as static builds up in her -- a trait that might carry over in tiny shocks to the poor man.]
That! That will not! Be necessary! At all! Thank you but no thank you!
no subject
did he say lute.]
No! NononononoNONONO!
[she reels around, books flying everywhere as she lunges and grabs for his case to keep it shut, eyes big with terror. her hair has begun to frizz as static builds up in her -- a trait that might carry over in tiny shocks to the poor man.]
That! That will not! Be necessary! At all! Thank you but no thank you!