thinking about Thirteen post 5.20 needing to talk to someone about Kutner's death but not wanting to do so with a counselor because they're a stranger, they didn't know Kutner and they don't know her, and she's kind of sick of seeing counselors at this point in her life. and House and Taub and Foreman are all shutting her out and dealing with it alone and forcing her to do the same. and she realizes that the person she wants to talk to about Kutner's death is Kutner and the conscious realization that she'll never talk to him again hits her like a truck
She was in a good mood. If she was ever going to take it well, it would be now.
“Maman, what if I went to school this year?”
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“Heh.” Adrien flicked a finger beneath his chin and strutted the length of his bathroom floor, glancing at himself in the mirror. He twirled a rose—a red one, one he’d grabbed from the vase downstairs—between his fingers and then presented it to the mirror with a flourish.
“Haruhi!” he declared, “the spring of my heart surges upon the sight of your fresh smile, my love. My heart beats at the command of your drum! Your face is the fierce longing of my soul, and I present to you now this token of my lavish, undying—”
A sharp knock clicked against the bedroom door and Adrien froze, his hand still passionately hovering over his heart.
“Adrien?” Nathalie’s voice called, and Adrien—true to character, if he did say so himself—startled so hard that he slipped and fell onto his butt on the tile.
“Yeah?” he called, hastily pulling himself up and trying to find a place to set down the rose.
Nathalie peeked her head through the bathroom door and took him in, his rumpled hair and the too-small blue blazer he’d saved in the back of his closet for occasions such as…this.
“You have a guest,” she said flatly, and Adrien could not for the life of him figure out whether she was making fun of him.
She left before he could decide, and then it was only a matter of seconds before his bathroom door was thrown all the way open and a blonde ponytail bobbed into view.
“Adrikins!” Chloé crashed into him, wrapping him up in a hug that nearly knocked him over again. “It’s been way too long. You’ve been neglecting me. Aw, did you get me a rose?” She plucked it from his hands and then scrunched up her nose. “Ew, is this real?”
“As real as the current that springs from the well of my heart,” Adrien invented, and Chloé frowned at him like he’d just spoken Greek. “Nevermind.”
She looked him up and down and scrunched her nose up even more. “What did you do to your hair?”
Adrien frowned at his reflection in the mirror and pushed his hair further over to the side.
“I was trying to make it look cool.” He’d been trying to make it look like Tamaki from Ouran High School Host Club.
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And then the other set! Both of these were nightmares to typeset in their own way, but my memory did not prepare me for the sheer onslaught of diacritics in Lord of the Rings. My first reality check in this project, but not my last! The first time I zoomed in on my high res edoras reference (after finishing my pencil sketch) was another notable Oh No moment 😂 And then satisfying my own standards for a fabric that matched the deep blue leather and endpapers but still had the right vibes was unexpectedly difficult (until I tripped across northcott's 'art of marbling' fabric line), but I think it was so worth it for the end result!