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[i][color=0072bc]"Nobody here wants to watch, anyway."[/color][/i] echoed through Acid Drop's mind. She supposed it was true, that she didn't want to watch whatever was about to be shown. She hadn't wanted to watch Tsubomi's repetitive shows either, when she was being carried by the bat-wielder. 

As Michi spoke about her sister, Tsubomi simply stood still. She wasn't sure how the girl had learned what she knew, but it didn't matter, really. Whatever Michi thought she knew was irrelevant. To Tsubomi, it was obvious that she wasn't that 'drug' dealing person anymore.

But in the end, this was a play. A performance put on by actors. And what was an actor but someone pretending to be someone they weren't? So she ignored the desire to cringe at the lines and choreography, put on a smile, and stepped forward into her role on her way to Roche.

[color=0072bc]"Hey there,"[/color] she began, pulling the cap off the bottle as she did, [color=0072bc]"Never seen you around before, but you're looking like shit."[/color] Tsubomi didn't have to try very hard to make that line convincing, with Roche's inner-conflict visible on her face. 

With what would have once been a practiced pour, but now took far too much effort to measure the liquid correctly, Tsubomi filled the cap with some of the colored water, then held it out to the other girl. 

[color=0072bc]"Dunno what's going on with you, but this'll help it, promise. Takes the edge off."[/color] Was that what the line was meant to be? Was that correct for the role she was playing? She wasn't sure. Knowing the motions didn't make them natural, and knowing the words didn't make them true. But she was sure that she was doing well enough that the untrained viewer wouldn't notice.

Zassou's right eye was dyed orange for a moment as she tilted her head to the side. She had no idea that Tsubomi used to be that way. Even now, after having been shown a performance going through the event, the first wearer of her skin had kept the memories of what actually happened out of reach. It was hard to believe that the rough girl had ever been that way, but she wasn't well-versed enough in the material to say that she wasn't.

Still, something told her that this wasn't quite right.