The air in the room is thick with tension. Doll is left with a gnawing feeling of agitation and guilt one leg crossed over the other her foot bouncing expression stony and jaw clenched your left with a looming feeling of loss the dread of being left behind its not a big deal. Yes Saturdays are u and hers but its not the end of the world shes so busy so why does it hurt so much? Doll looks over to you and says “dio’s mio can you stop sulking?” She snaps terse and high strung