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[madamemoiselle]

{A bit away from the main traffic of the plane, Diva appears sitting in a chair. She's dressed for a rehearsal, sitting primly in costume. Diva doesn't move at all, just stares ahead blankly. It's times like this that being called a 'doll' doesn't seem too far off. In the dated clothing and her perfectly beautiful features, she looks like she's made of porcelain rather than flesh and blood.}

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[madamemoiselle]

{She stares at their hands for a few moments before she steps closer to rest her head on his shoulder, still holding his hand} I am too.

[didorothy]

[hesitates for a moment, then wraps his arms around her, just holding her and stroking her hair]

[madamemoiselle]

{Coolly, but her voice cracks just slightly as she speaks} Ne...Sam, is it alright to just stay like this? Only for a little while. Then it'll be better, I promise.

[didorothy]

[softly] It's fine.

[madamemoiselle]

{She clutches lightly at his jacket, but speaks gently in return} Thank you.

[didorothy]

[he doesn't smile, because he's not a smiling sort, but he gives a little squeeze to the hug]