No. It's not. It's... a shame some people can't see that. Even myself.
[Slowly, she sits down in the seat next to him. She sits rigidly for a few moments, before placing her books on the table next to them. She doesn't take her pills outside often, let alone in front of others. 'He'll think I'm a nutjob. They always do.'
But the urge to take them becomes greater and after a while, she pulls out her water bottle and what would someone assume to be a small medi-kit. She begins to count out several pills, all different colours and shapes almost trance-like, like she's done it a million times before.
Taking them one at a time, each with a swig of water. She quickly returns the medi-kit to her bag and sits awkwardly in silence.]
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[Slowly, she sits down in the seat next to him. She sits rigidly for a few moments, before placing her books on the table next to them. She doesn't take her pills outside often, let alone in front of others. 'He'll think I'm a nutjob. They always do.'
But the urge to take them becomes greater and after a while, she pulls out her water bottle and what would someone assume to be a small medi-kit. She begins to count out several pills, all different colours and shapes almost trance-like, like she's done it a million times before.
Taking them one at a time, each with a swig of water. She quickly returns the medi-kit to her bag and sits awkwardly in silence.]
I'm Justine.
[She purses her lips and shakes her head.]
Oh, gosh. No. It's alright. You don't have to.