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Post by WR Harthe on Jan 27, 2021 16:17:27 GMT -8
Ever since the fight with Drake, WR found themself in a constant, deep contemplation about their next step. They were so far away from completing any of their goals, even ones that, at a time, seemed short term and easily achievable. While Drake gave them a place to start by holding them to a promise that they would improve their mindset, they really didn't know where to take it from there. All they wanted was a little faith in the path they chose, but unfortunately, faith was something that was a little hard to come by...
And then there was Gidget. Recently, WR had been staying with her, making sure she was taking care of herself, being her security blanket when the thought of her brother slipped through, and now, making sure she was eating properly. So, after a brief conversation over text, WR had swung by three places -- one, dinner for Gidget, two, dinner for them, and three, dishes for Gidget's apartment. Even if she lived off of takeout, the lack of dishes was practically driving WR insane.
After about twenty minutes since their last text, WR would bunt open the door to her apartment with bags strewn all about their body.
"Hey, I'm back."
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Post by Gidget on Jan 27, 2021 16:22:03 GMT -8
Gidget was sitting in her computer chair, focused entirely on the screens in front of her. Her fingers were flying over her keys as different images popped up on the screens, different windows filled with different code... She was obviously working on something.
She didn't pause as WR came in, and cursed softly under her breath. It was another moment before she got to something akin to a stopping point. Her hand balled into a fist and she leaned back, muttering about "stupid complex piece of shit" codes.
Glancing up, she caught sight of WR and jumped slightly.
"Oh. Hey. When did you get here?"
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Post by WR Harthe on Jan 27, 2021 16:29:04 GMT -8
WR's eyes grazed over Gidget briefly before they walked over to the counter and set all the bags down. They turned on one of the overhead lights and unpacked the dishes they had bought, preparing to plate their food before Gidget finally acknowledged them.
"Few minutes," They said, almost coldly, not even bothering to look up at her. They plated their food and plopped it on the other side of the counter, then plated hers, throwing the boxes away before walking over to Gidget's desk and setting it down in front of her. They crossed their arms over their chest, staring down at her apathetically.
"We need to talk."
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Post by Gidget on Jan 27, 2021 16:33:03 GMT -8
Gidget's brows furrowed at their response to her. It sent chills down her spine, and she brought her legs up to her chest, outright ignoring her food as she looked up at them.
She was used to fiery, passionate WR. She was used to happy go lucky WR. Sure, she knew they could act like this, but it was the first time it had been directed towards her, and she couldn't figure out why. Her gaze darted over them, as if she could somehow read what was going on from their body language alone.
She couldn't help but slide down a little further in her chair under their gaze, making herself just a bit smaller as she looked up at them.
"Uh. Okay. Sure. Shoot."
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Post by WR Harthe on Jan 27, 2021 16:39:30 GMT -8
WR just stared, their eyes following hers with each movement she made in her chair. One hand pushed the mac 'n cheese closer to her, and the other rested on their hip.
"I know you're going through some shit right now, and I'm with you, and we're gonna figure it all out together. HOWEVER." They meshed their teeth together, shaking their head slightly. "Don't think I haven't noticed," They said, pointing to her plate. "You're cute, and I love you, but I'm not putting up with this malnourishment shit. So, two things are gonna happen. You're gonna tell me what that's all about, and then I'm gonna stand over your shoulder until you eat every last bit of that."
Their arms resumed their cross over their chest.
"Understand?"
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Post by Gidget on Jan 27, 2021 16:41:44 GMT -8
She glanced over at the food, then back up to WR.
"Malnourishment shit? What the fuck are you talking about? I eat. I literally buy dinner for you and Drake almost every night, and I always get myself something too."
Her voice, usually so filled with determination and rage, sounded almost like a squeak as she folded just a bit further in on herself. It was like she was shrinking, becoming smaller under the intensity of their stare.
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Post by WR Harthe on Jan 27, 2021 16:45:51 GMT -8
"Right. Because two bites out of every meal is considered eating," Their voice fell almost monotone, their stare only seeming to sharpen at her bullshit response.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about, and there's literally no reason to lie to me about it. That's another thing I'm NOT putting up with." They growled slightly, not even making the attempt to conceal it under their breath.
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Post by Gidget on Jan 27, 2021 16:53:12 GMT -8
A soft whine managed to escape her before she could stop it, and she continued to stare up at them. At that point, she wasn't entirely sure if she could reach out to grab her plate even if she wanted to. Her eyes were wide and she wasn't totally sure what to say or even do.
She swallowed the rest of the noises she wanted to make, maintaining eye contact more out of fear of what would happen if she looked away.
"I'm not malnourished, ba--dude. I'm barely even skinny. I'm just small." That lie was actually not bravado. She didn't glance away or squeak when she said it. But it could easily sound like one, to the untrained ear.
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Post by WR Harthe on Jan 27, 2021 17:00:42 GMT -8
WR definitely noticed her almost slipup. WR did not react to it, in the moment. WR was definitely going to bring it up later, oh so casually.
They bared their teeth slightly, slapping their hand on the corner of her desk.
"Really? Are we REALLY doing this right now?"
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Post by Gidget on Jan 27, 2021 17:03:39 GMT -8
She jumped slightly but didn't look away, bringing her arms up to rub her hands up and down her shins nervously.
"Doing WHAT? I legit don't know what you're talking about. What am I doing?" She spoke quickly, rushing through her words. She thought her last answer was the right one, and had no idea where the sudden rush of anger had come from.
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Post by WR Harthe on Jan 27, 2021 17:10:03 GMT -8
WR growled again, running two fingers over their brow and shaking their head.
"You don't eat for shit. You ignore it any time I bring it up. When I asked if you were going to eat your mac 'n cheese, you said "mac 'n cheese" is delicious, which, by the way, didn't answer my fucking question."
They plopped their hands on their knees and leaned into her, to where their head was just a few inches from hers.
"You're smart. You're consistent. Your attitude with food is not consistent, and I'm getting sick of it. If you're not gonna tell me what's up, then fine, whatever. What's important is that you eat, and I will legit force feed you if you don't start eating it."
They gestured toward her plate again.
"So what's it gonna be, Darla?"
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Post by Gidget on Jan 27, 2021 17:13:40 GMT -8
She pulled away from them as much as her chair would allow as they leaned closer to her, continuing to meet their gaze, until her real name fell from their lips.
Her brow twitched, and her wince turned into a slight snarl. She crossed her arms over her chest, narrowing her eyes at them.
"I eat enough, WR." She hissed back, the fear seeming to seep from her in that moment, replaced by the usual bravado and rage she hid behind. At least she didn't throw their name back at them. Progress. "I'm not losing any weight, any way."
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Post by WR Harthe on Jan 27, 2021 17:23:35 GMT -8
WR straightened their posture again, their eyebrows twitching in irritation. Clearly this was going nowhere, and that was starting to piss them the fuck off. The fire within them wanted out, but they held it under all their masked emotion.
Finally, after a long, silent, staring contest, WR threw their arms up in defeat. Was it legitimate? No. WR still had some patience left, but they needed to approach it from a different angle before they actually exploded on her. The fact that they hadn't yet? Progress.
"Ya know what, fine. Whatever. Don't gotta say shit. That's fine." They turned away, mumbling curses under their breath while they searched for wherever the hell they put the drinks.
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Post by Gidget on Jan 27, 2021 17:46:39 GMT -8
As WR threw their hands up and turned away, Gidget took a deep breath. Possibly the first one she had taken since they walked up to her. She shuddered slightly, and turned her computer chair around to face her monitors again.
"I still legit don't know what you want me to SAY..." she murmured, rotating the chair from side to side as she fought to breathe.
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Post by WR Harthe on Jan 27, 2021 17:53:56 GMT -8
The poured Coke into a cup and sighed, tossing their head in her direction.
"It's not about what I want you to say. It's about acknowledging and accepting a fact so you can work toward improvement. You do not eat. You don't. That's a fact. You take a few bites of every meal and throw the rest away, and I know that's what you do because I've legit bought you food just to watch you do it. Yeah, you're small. I am too, but I don't weigh less than a fucking feather. And if that doesn't emphasize my point enough, you're STILL not eating."
They glared at her, shaking their head, and headed over to the couch to plop into the corner seat.
"I'm not trying to be an asshole. I've just taken a careful notice to something and I'm worried. But whatever."
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