[ she touches winry's shoulder. light, at first. then that touch sinks into a squeeze, lifting only so buffy can wind a strand of blonde hair around her fingers and lean to the left. slowly, affectionately, she starts a little braid in the section. ]
You don't need a drink; you need ice cream. Maybe a really cheesy movie. A manicure. Wanna sleep over, Win?
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You don't need a drink; you need ice cream. Maybe a really cheesy movie. A manicure. Wanna sleep over, Win?
[ let me distract you. ]