[ ... is she...? oh, she's being a bother to gebura... oh no... that is the opposite of what she wants to be, and don slumps in silence.
blissful silence.
before she makes a sort of whining... held back noise, because she doesn't want gebura to know she's crying...... over emotional indeed. hold on, she's turning away to nurse her bottle. mumbling. sorry. ]
Oh, Don Quixote, thou'rt a fool indeed... For even the ever-patient-with-thee Mistress Gebura has become irate... T'was meant to be a night of revelry, was it not...? And now look at thee, bottom of the bottle... How have thee fallen so far, o'gentle knight? But one should be used to irritating others, should they not... See thyself home, Don Quixote, thou hath not a place here beside her...
[ though she's not moving, since she's not taking alcohol onto the streets. that's just unwise. ]
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[ ... is she...? oh, she's being a bother to gebura... oh no... that is the opposite of what she wants to be, and don slumps in silence.
blissful silence.
before she makes a sort of whining... held back noise, because she doesn't want gebura to know she's crying...... over emotional indeed. hold on, she's turning away to nurse her bottle. mumbling. sorry. ]
Oh, Don Quixote, thou'rt a fool indeed... For even the ever-patient-with-thee Mistress Gebura has become irate... T'was meant to be a night of revelry, was it not...? And now look at thee, bottom of the bottle... How have thee fallen so far, o'gentle knight? But one should be used to irritating others, should they not... See thyself home, Don Quixote, thou hath not a place here beside her...
[ though she's not moving, since she's not taking alcohol onto the streets. that's just unwise. ]