[ Yang normally would have made some kind of follow-up apology broadcast, but honestly? short of making a fool of herself in semi-public, she regrets nothing about what happened that night. some things got out that she'd still kept bottled up, she had gotten a stern talking-to at least once, got to meet some people in person she hadn't seen (or at least not in a while).
so if downing a pack of beer on her own and slurring at the network is what it took for that to happen, so be it. she's tired of being sorry. the world, in her honest opinion, owes HER and her friends an apology. she doesn't owe it shit.
but that still doesn't stop her from freezing up the second she hears that familiar voice. they hadn't talked in a while either; not over the 'gear or in person, but she's been. around town. that much Yang knows. locking up is that brief, knee-jerk reaction that either Ashley saw that post and judged Yang for it, or that she sympathized and that's why she's visiting with... presents?
the sight of the bag catches Yang's attention second, and she relaxes. relaxing causes the muscles of her arm to relax too, and the new prosthetic hand drops the ball it had been holding. her new Houndoom takes this as close to a throw as will happen, so it snatches it and takes off running around to the back yard. ]
H-hey! Drei, I wasn't— ready....
[ Yang cleared her throat, the only other sound made being the faint whirring of her new hand opening and closing as she concentrated on flexing her muscles. ] Ugh. Stupid thing.
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so if downing a pack of beer on her own and slurring at the network is what it took for that to happen, so be it. she's tired of being sorry. the world, in her honest opinion, owes HER and her friends an apology. she doesn't owe it shit.
but that still doesn't stop her from freezing up the second she hears that familiar voice. they hadn't talked in a while either; not over the 'gear or in person, but she's been. around town. that much Yang knows. locking up is that brief, knee-jerk reaction that either Ashley saw that post and judged Yang for it, or that she sympathized and that's why she's visiting with... presents?
the sight of the bag catches Yang's attention second, and she relaxes. relaxing causes the muscles of her arm to relax too, and the new prosthetic hand drops the ball it had been holding. her new Houndoom takes this as close to a throw as will happen, so it snatches it and takes off running around to the back yard. ]
H-hey! Drei, I wasn't— ready....
[ Yang cleared her throat, the only other sound made being the faint whirring of her new hand opening and closing as she concentrated on flexing her muscles. ] Ugh. Stupid thing.