Taylor frowns at the cover, tilting her head, and then gestures up, pointing at the overhead light with her whole hand. "Light. Light kill." And then she lets her hand fall with some force to the sofa cushion. "Water."
Taylor huffs quietly, and scrubs her hand over her face.
"Taylor," she says firmly, holding up her hand, palm to Misty. "Taylor. Light," comes with a tap beside her eyes, and then she stares hard at her palm. "Light kill Taylor, Taylor..." And she lets her hand fall hard back to the sofa again. "Taylor water. Water." Patting the sofa cushion.
She flutters her hand - she hears 'sorry' a lot, but no one's gotten what it means into her yet.
She touches her stomach again, pressing her whole forearm against it. "Taylor," she says, gesturing upwards. And then presses her lips together, gesturing down.
She looks around, and seizes on one of the magazines that always seem to be in here. There's a picture of a man on the cover, and she tears the cover off hastily, then tears it in half. Right across the middle. Throws the lower half away, and hands Misty the upper half, with the man's body from the waist up.
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"Taylor," she says firmly, holding up her hand, palm to Misty. "Taylor. Light," comes with a tap beside her eyes, and then she stares hard at her palm. "Light kill Taylor, Taylor..." And she lets her hand fall hard back to the sofa again. "Taylor water. Water." Patting the sofa cushion.
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She touches her stomach again, pressing her whole forearm against it. "Taylor," she says, gesturing upwards. And then presses her lips together, gesturing down.
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She gestures at Taylor's stomach.
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