[Hilda sets down the phone and makes the herculean effort of getting out of bed and making herself presentable. Ori wouldn't judge her for looking like a complete mess, but there's something about her that makes Hilda wants to look as nice for her as possible.
That "something," of course, is the fact that she's had something of a crush on her for a little bit now. Like, a real crush, with gross and gooey feelings and all that. But Ori is sweet and kind and probably too good for her, so it's something she's kept to herself.
(Poor Marianne is probably sick of hearing all of her pining over tea, or coffee, or drinks. But she's a ride or die bestie, and has done her best to encourage her all the same.)
Once she's washed her face, brushed out her hair, and changed into an oversized sweater and shorts, she parks herself on the couch in the living room and waits.]
[ There's certainly a similar amount of pining and corresponding agonizing-with-your-best-friend on Ori's part; which is why when she finally arrives at the door to Hilda's place this morning, she not only has the breakfast sandwiches, donuts, and coffee with her, but...
She has a bouquet of pink flowers shoved somewhere in her arms, too. It's a bit of a balancing act between all of the things she's promised to bring and this spontaneous present, but it's fine. Very, very carefully, she manages to ring the doorbell, and as she stands there waiting for the door to open and looking down at all of this stuff, it dawns on her that this might be a bit... Much... Oh no. It's too much, isn't it? Is she being too much? Should she try to fling the bouquet off into the flower bed (the very same one, in fact, that Hilda emptied her stomach into the night prior)?
It's too late, however, and she can't risk dropping the things she actually said she'd bring in the process. But whenever it is that Hilda opens the door, Ori will be standing there, breakfast sandwiches and donuts and coffee and bouquet and all. ]
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[Hilda sets down the phone and makes the herculean effort of getting out of bed and making herself presentable. Ori wouldn't judge her for looking like a complete mess, but there's something about her that makes Hilda wants to look as nice for her as possible.
That "something," of course, is the fact that she's had something of a crush on her for a little bit now. Like, a real crush, with gross and gooey feelings and all that. But Ori is sweet and kind and probably too good for her, so it's something she's kept to herself.
(Poor Marianne is probably sick of hearing all of her pining over tea, or coffee, or drinks. But she's a ride or die bestie, and has done her best to encourage her all the same.)
Once she's washed her face, brushed out her hair, and changed into an oversized sweater and shorts, she parks herself on the couch in the living room and waits.]
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She has a bouquet of pink flowers shoved somewhere in her arms, too. It's a bit of a balancing act between all of the things she's promised to bring and this spontaneous present, but it's fine. Very, very carefully, she manages to ring the doorbell, and as she stands there waiting for the door to open and looking down at all of this stuff, it dawns on her that this might be a bit... Much... Oh no. It's too much, isn't it? Is she being too much? Should she try to fling the bouquet off into the flower bed (the very same one, in fact, that Hilda emptied her stomach into the night prior)?
It's too late, however, and she can't risk dropping the things she actually said she'd bring in the process. But whenever it is that Hilda opens the door, Ori will be standing there, breakfast sandwiches and donuts and coffee and bouquet and all. ]
H... Hi!