(inside vi's room, she sets her own bag down -- peeling off pow-pow and fishbones to the floor. slowly, she begins to investigate. not snooping through her things (that will come much later, probably) but just seeing what this room has and stepping over any clothes on the floor casually. jinx tilts her head over to the bathroom; a quick peek but not fully going in there yet.)
Seems like you're livin' pretty good here.
(a fancy home with possibly new and shiny friends. well, she doesn't know that part yet but something in her bones is telling her vi must have nice comfy friends she spends a lot of time with and laugh with. which makes her wonder... why is she needed then? things seem to be going well for her in this new life at first glance so is there any room for her in this shiny world of hers? seeing enough, jinx makes her way back to her bag -- her hand reaching inside to fish out the bunny doll. giving it another pet, she makes her way to vi's bed and gently places it against the pillows; proping it up.
again, this is probably a doll vi would rather have back so. there you go -- no longer it will hang on those lines and waiting for a bird to knock it over. and no longer it's shoved in a toy box or hung above jinx like its been crucified. it's now safe on the bed to rest with ease and to enjoy any sunlight and air it'll come to it. one more look over at the doll before turning her attention to vi.)
So, you got anythin', uh, clean for me to wear 'till I get my own duds?
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Seems like you're livin' pretty good here.
(a fancy home with possibly new and shiny friends. well, she doesn't know that part yet but something in her bones is telling her vi must have nice comfy friends she spends a lot of time with and laugh with. which makes her wonder... why is she needed then? things seem to be going well for her in this new life at first glance so is there any room for her in this shiny world of hers? seeing enough, jinx makes her way back to her bag -- her hand reaching inside to fish out the bunny doll. giving it another pet, she makes her way to vi's bed and gently places it against the pillows; proping it up.
again, this is probably a doll vi would rather have back so. there you go -- no longer it will hang on those lines and waiting for a bird to knock it over. and no longer it's shoved in a toy box or hung above jinx like its been crucified. it's now safe on the bed to rest with ease and to enjoy any sunlight and air it'll come to it. one more look over at the doll before turning her attention to vi.)
So, you got anythin', uh, clean for me to wear 'till I get my own duds?