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While he was genuinely happy to see Lex seemingly feeling so comfortable, Tyton couldn’t help but worry about the usually boisterous and flirtatious Lucille hiding behind the other.
At the very least, Tyton begins working on their usual orders as he spoke. It’s been an odd... week? It feels like a year.
“What... happened to her? Lose a bet maybe?”
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Do we talk enough about people who don't react at all when they've started accidentally wetting?
Like imagine the sheer intimidation of a businessperson with their best pokerface on, speed-walking a little but absolutely no shaking or grabbing, just leaving a little trail of pee behind them as they walk into the bathroom. Imagine them politely, not even desperately saying "excuse me" to someone while pee is staining their work clothes.
Or else a person getting caught up into a conversation right as they reach maximum limit, and they just keep the perfect cheery facade as liquid starts gently pouring down their legs. Not a single shift in position that couldn't be considered natural.
Maybe even a worker who was supposed to go home 45 minutes ago just decides they're stuck behind the counter anyway and does not waver even slightly when they start slowly letting the flood loose. They stay after work to clean feeling guilty, but at that moment the only one with a problem is the customer.
Of course, the second these people are left alone, the embarrassment and guilt of what they've done bring all the reactions they ignored back full force. But right then? Nope. Even if their brain is desperately begging them not to make a stream and fighting between faster or slower, they don't show it in the slightest.
Just saying if a good way to deal with accidental crying is to pretend you're not crying, then a good way to deal with accidental wetting is to pretend you're not peeing.
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“Well, I have to agree with Melly on that one,” Daisy said. “My mom used to say I was drinking cream.”
“Maybe you should listen to her more,” Diana laughed.
Daisy pocketed their phone, slipping it into their jacket pocket. “Mm,” they vocalized. That was another thing they had in common with Melly: noncommittal sounds and avoiding answers. Maybe it was a young people thing.
“Aren’t you going to eat anything?” Diana didn’t press the issue. She wasn’t Daisy’s mother, so she had no place berating them.
“I had coffee?” Daisy suggested.
Diana peered at them over her glasses. It was a warm day for mid-November, when the sky was heavy and wet, lacking all trace of the biting tang that indicated incoming snow. Even so, Daisy wore thick, baggy clothing, clearly layered as though going skiing. They had neglected to wear a scarf, so their neck was exposed.
A neck like that would be easy to snap, a twig underfoot.
“Eat,” said Diana, pulling out a paper-wrapped egg cake. “You need to eat breakfast, you know. I brought some bao, too.”
“You didn’t have to,” Daisy protested, but their eyebrows shot up, and their eyes widened.
“Your eyes are all golden,” Diana said in Cantonese.
Daisy eagerly pinched the corner of the pastry Diana held out and peeled the paper off. She tore off chunks to pop in her mouth. “Mmmm, I haven’t had these cakes since…” they stopped talking to chew. “Hm, not sure when,” they finished.
Another day, another excerpt from Songs To Look Back To! I’m really making it up as I go though, haha!
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