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lostcarnival2018-04-09 10:50 pm
criticallyfucked) wrote in lostcarnival2018-04-09 10:50 pm
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Who: Rita and Foster
When: After the space olympics
Where: Trailer 18
What: Rita continues to thirst for Foster's book. Foster continues to be weird about that.
Warnings: Foster.
Foster has approximately two whole minutes of warning, if that much. It's not even a warning, really--Rita lights up his radio with the news that she's coming over because she wants at his book (why else would she be coming over?), and then she's beating up his door and he's barely had time to stand up.
In fairness, standing up is slightly less easy now that he has four legs and all of them are longer and have more joints, but most of the issue is motivation. It's only because of Lambert that he manages the scramble, and even then she gets to his door before he does. Which is fine.
At least by the time he's at the door, he's managed to put on a smile.
When: After the space olympics
Where: Trailer 18
What: Rita continues to thirst for Foster's book. Foster continues to be weird about that.
Warnings: Foster.
Foster has approximately two whole minutes of warning, if that much. It's not even a warning, really--Rita lights up his radio with the news that she's coming over because she wants at his book (why else would she be coming over?), and then she's beating up his door and he's barely had time to stand up.
In fairness, standing up is slightly less easy now that he has four legs and all of them are longer and have more joints, but most of the issue is motivation. It's only because of Lambert that he manages the scramble, and even then she gets to his door before he does. Which is fine.
At least by the time he's at the door, he's managed to put on a smile.
Her Trailer Now
"If I'm not being used, then I'm not just useless--I'm worse than useless! An obstacle, a hindrance--" He sounds on the verge of a nervous breakdown, and he looks like it too. Somewhere between pain, rage, and laughter--it's only Foster himself who is horribly, painfully aware of how much he doesn't feel any of the three.
"Well! At least I know what to do now--!"
It's a horrendous maelstrom of crossing lines, a calamity of not-yet-absolute destruction, an extinction-level event of sucking
agonyanguishnothing, and it's out ofinto the roaring void that he backs up from between the bedframes, this internal torment the only identifiable expression on his face. His eyes are wide and wild, and he still looks, on some level, like he's trying not to laugh."Keep it."
Two curt words (that don't sound much like laughing at all) before he storms out of the trailer, slamming the door behind him.
free book, free trailer
...until suddenly, he decides to leave the book to her and storm off.
For a moment, Rita can only sit and stare after him, bewildered and dumbfounded. "What the hell was that?" No one answers, of course.
A minute passes, and it seems like he really has gone, so she closes the book and, holding it against her chest, stands and exits the trailer. She still doesn't know what was going on in Foster's head, but she's not going to look a gift horse-man in the mouth. If he'll let her take the book, then she's taking it.