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Removing your panties to use them as a hair tie is such a killer move!
If only more women knew that simple POWERFUL trick, and a few others...

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The Blanc Residence
Holly sincerely wished she could, in the most bizarre way. Most other circumstances? She's one of the first to break, just… something about the way your parents unnerved her made it difficult, like it made her clamp down and refuse, like she felt the compulsion to spine up just to threaten this idea that somebody, at least, could view their bullying for what it was.

…but not enough to commit or pursue it, she'd already torched through all of her spoons and more in the process of at least noticing your escape.

She couldn't even give an adequate laugh to your answer. What consequences you truly felt you deserved, especially given that she didn't know what your status was with Elodie.

Even if things were going to be okay, she could at least understand you not being right for just slipping right back home with her. For all she knew, what Dee meant by 'You've been sorry a lot recently' was that Holly wasn't even the first girl, and you guys had your own Poly thing happening and Holly offering you a place to stay was a moot point, if a bit cringe.

"Look I've been a net-negative so far, let's save our thank-yous for after I can say I've been a good influence on your life…" apparently she's about to have to pay you royalties for all the times she's been stealing your rueful smiles and laughter recently. She's pretty sure that's a Leo Sterling trademark.

Honestly, the hardest part of all of this was you using the word 'hate' in a less joking manner. One that made her holding you again an immediate and natural response. She couldn't honestly answer, with perfect clarity, just what compelled her to kiss you in the first place, but she felt sure that you seemed starved of comfort. Something as simple as being held, or as abstract as to disentangle you from labels.

So she brought her knees up to match, resting against you on the couch with her arm wrapped around your back, just melting in to share her space.

"I'm fine, Leo… so what even happens. Let's say whatever danger there is of you simply drowning is gone, yeah? Do you want to try and figure out, nibble on what you're going to do next?" Holly was quiet as a mouse, the very opposite of the training you were putting her through for the stage, speaking in barely-voiced ASMR within their tiny, shared overlap. "You don't have to think about it right now if it's not comfy, but I'm here to brainstorm if you need me."

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The Blanc Residence
Nothing wrong with not crying. (Or maybe that's his father's voice.) You were here, you'd offered him a place to sleep, you didn't seem to hate him, even after meeting his parents and hearing everything Elodie had to say about him. He's cried enough for both of them.

There's nothing in his expression, or his body language, that's judgey about where he is. It seems nice, and homey, and honestly infinitely pleasanter than his parents' place.

So if you're still willing to show him, he still wants to see it.

"Torment and suffering seem pretty reasonable." He tries to say it like a joke, because he knows that's not the answer you want. It has him sniffling, and reaching for one of those tissues - he really has no more tears, but his nose is, well, snotty, from the excess of crying.

And it looks like he would be again, at the assurance of support, if he had any left to cry. The relief and gratitude there as raw and real as his voice. "Thanks doesn't feel like a big enough word." A shaky little breath. "She won't fire you. Even if she wanted to, we don't have another leading lady , and maybe she could do it, but then she'd have to see me and pretend she didn't hate me 8 times a week, so..."

His voice is smaller as he adds, "seriously, thank you. I - I didn't know where to go. I'd feel like I was imposing, to set me up with a place. I don't know when I'd be able to pay you back, or..." a rueful laugh, threaded with delirium. "If I didn't live with Dee, I'd be in trouble." It's really just how relevant that conversation was that has him laughing.

He'll lean into that meeting of knees, reaching to take the hand youre offering. Judging by how tightly he's holding onto it, now that he has it, he's hanging on by a thread, and the touch helps ground him. Okay, fully a deliroius little laugh. "They hate me too, so you've got company."

It's his turn to hesitate, "would it be weird to ask you to hold me again?" It had been comforting outside the theatre, it would be comforting here - and he doesn't need to aim for masculine with you, either, so asking to be held is... should be fine, right?

A flicker of concern. "I know they're fully terrifying in their final form. You okay?"

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The Blanc Residence
There was some… maybe broken part of her that made it difficult to cry in this situation that was so worthy of it — like she could feel and mirror the pervasive violin-rake of anxious notes playing through your posture, your expression, the mess you were making of your face.

Holly first pivoted to a table beside the couch for a box of tissues inside a cheaply decorated tin cover, pulling that with her as she joined you on the couch, some kitschy cushion from a Rockshore high school emblem on it from when they sold these for a uniform fundraiser — just… little details tying her to this lower-income neighborhood.

How she contrasted you, the entire reason she ever wanted to show you Rockshore to begin with, all made a little more relevant now after the brush with your prestigious parents and their malign gaze, the resultant damage.

"…and what? What do you think that deserves, exactly? Ruin? Torment? You're human, Leo. I fucked up, too. I acted on stupid impulse, but—" it's kind of a good thing you left when you did, because the face your mother and father made, they could make her blood run cold.

"…look I don't know what all the fallout's about to be but you've got my support, okay? I can… like I'm committed to Elodie's play, I'm gonna give the best damn performance I can, assuming she hasn't fired me. I don't know if you wanna crash here for a while but I can set you up with somewhere to stay at the very least, it's honestly not even a problem. I don't know about anything more long-term but at least that's your immediate animal problems settled…"

And whiles he didn't presume herself any closer than just a meeting of knees, but she fumbled out a trembling hand. "…a-and, uh… Christ, Leo, your parents hate me, now. At least it's in the open, all mask-off n' shit…"

Holly failed to stifle an uneasy, delirious chuckle. "…I think I kinda prefer it that way, if I'm bein' honest."

Steps in and walks to the cage that holds Faith's property and looks in at him sleeping. Thinking of
ALL the things Wwe need to catch up on since his
absence.

Looks to see that the box I left is still in the corner of his cage. ~smiling a wicked smile~

*snaps fingers and fruit and cheese as well as water is
sent from the kitchen to the 3 occupied cells*

Turns and steps out into the halls of soi.

The Blanc Residence
It was supposed to be a triumph. Briefly, it had been. And then his parents had shown up.

Not that he blames them. This is all on him.

The lack of Brix hasn't even registered. It really has been an ordeal of a night, and he's cried enough the make-up he'd put on don't even remotely hide the bags under his eyes.

Even distraught, his shoes were off, and by the door. He was curled up on the first soft surface he'd found, a couch.

Also, your pink car is charming.

"Holly?" At this point he's well past any illusions of being okay. Which maybe makes it clear just how much he's been compensating, or trying to, in and around rehearsals. His voice is hoarse, and has a raw, hopeless note to it.

You get a miserable little headshake. "I'm the one that kissed you back, Holly, that's on me. I kept hanging out with you, even when it upset Dee - I didn't understand why, but that doesn't really make it any better. I kept opening up to you, even when that upset her, and I didn't get it, but I just kept doing it. So no, I ruined everything - I guess not all by myself, but mostly by myself."

Knocks on the door

peeks a last time.

The Blanc Residence
Well, she hadn't planned it this way but as it was, it put her folks, that is her mom and sister and brother somewhere downtown for the rest of the night after treating them to shopping and inner around the night at the theater.

But regardless, the house was unlocked and there was almost always some food or baked goods left around from mom — Holly knew you'd be in no mood to do anything but shrink and worry.

…god, it was gauche to arrive back at Rockshore in the car she was driving, but Holly anticipated that it was going to be, just… one of those days, you know? A happy one, a fun one, a celebration of artistic triumph, or… maybe just a silly excuse for a loud car and a rowdy party.

And just where was Brix, anyway? Holly coulda sworn she meant to run into him sometime during the night but the entire ordeal and resulting crisis just threw her into a whirlwind, a huracàn if you will, and deposited her after so many consecutive impulsive decisions, to offer her place as a safe haven and then even more recklessly, follow you here.

You knew about her stupid pink car, right? Well it was rumbling rather obviously outside for a second — oof she might have scraped the front diffuser against the crappy off-angle driveway, before the engine cut and she was hurrying inside the modest single-family home.

"Leo?" she called out, bursting through the side door from the driveway, still kinda fighting the way she had to hike up her skirt up from its trailing mermaid up to her knees just so she could work the pedals, carrying her shoes in on one hand.

"Christ, dude, I'm so sorry I ruined everything…"

-has to head in to the day... knows he will be back, sorry he has missed cherry c-