[For all that she's probably the most "there" of the trio right now, Heather still zones right the fuck out while they're all standing at the counter waiting for Joy to finish up with the Pokemon. No conversation, no smalltalk. She's perfectly happy to just lean on the counter with her head bowed and her eyes shut.]
[Only the prospect of a nice, hot, water-that-doesn't-smell-like-swamp shower is enough to get her engine running again.]
Craving?
Food. Food in general.
... But no salads. Nothing that can be found in nature.
Maybe something deep-fried.
Alphonse, you're an angel descended from the heavens and we all owe you a life-debt, but if you'll excuse me I'm gonna go lie on the floor of a shower stall until all my skin is boiled off.
[action] THIS WAS APPARENTLY NEVER REPLIED TO, sorry for the lateness, just wrapping the thread up!
[Only the prospect of a nice, hot, water-that-doesn't-smell-like-swamp shower is enough to get her engine running again.]
Craving?
Food. Food in general.
... But no salads. Nothing that can be found in nature.
Maybe something deep-fried.
Alphonse, you're an angel descended from the heavens and we all owe you a life-debt, but if you'll excuse me I'm gonna go lie on the floor of a shower stall until all my skin is boiled off.