More rotten luck, as she would say. I had resigned myself to helping her clean up after the death of her Lusus. A preemptive consequence, perhaps— that’s how Karkat put it. His poor luck, paralleling hers; or the other way around. Whose luck caused whose? Perhaps both of their guardians die. No bad luck at all.
I toss in my recuperative pod.
Switch the wardrobe to static; it’s repaired— the Wardrobifier— and I have restored my nightclothes to its rotation. I deeply enjoy the ruffling on this gown, and the calming royal blue of the sleeves and the breasts. It is silk. Troll Audrey Hepburn’s eye mask helps— from that movie… I forget which movie. It does not matter, I have never seen it.