[Just lonely teen girls taking solace in stuffed animals either named or fashioned after someone important...]
Uuuuuugh!
[The rattling draws a muffled groan of protest from Rita who automatically tries to turn away from it, the noise only increasing the painful spikes stabbing behind her eyes, but she eventually peeks one eye over at Clarke after the words slowly make their way through the sluggish gears of her brain.]
What...analgesics?
[Taking anything at all feels like a massive chore, and there's a part of her that'd like very much to swat it away and demand she be left alone. Then again, Clarke is probably stubborn enough to keep rattling that bottle, she bets...]
Ugh...okay, fine.
[She'll reluctantly push herself back into a sitting position, fingers pressed to her temple and her other hand extended for the crackers.]
she's slumber party ready!! someday
Uuuuuugh!
[The rattling draws a muffled groan of protest from Rita who automatically tries to turn away from it, the noise only increasing the painful spikes stabbing behind her eyes, but she eventually peeks one eye over at Clarke after the words slowly make their way through the sluggish gears of her brain.]
What...analgesics?
[Taking anything at all feels like a massive chore, and there's a part of her that'd like very much to swat it away and demand she be left alone. Then again, Clarke is probably stubborn enough to keep rattling that bottle, she bets...]
Ugh...okay, fine.
[She'll reluctantly push herself back into a sitting position, fingers pressed to her temple and her other hand extended for the crackers.]