Hana, still immensely (and perhaps irrevocably) embarrassed about how the other night at the party went down, is glad to keep in the background and be assigned to babysitting duty. She's sworn off ever touching alcohol again, especially around other people, especially around - well, she is 100% not thinking about the man whose arm she hung off the other night, and definitely not thinking about who he couldn't possibly be. (It's funny, in retrospect, that this of all thing is a hang up. Alternate realities? Interdimensional rifts? Baby sentient eldritch spaceships? Whatever, she's seen worse. She's a teacher.)
Alcohol, no. Euphorics, on the other hand...
There's a stash two places in her room and a small supply on her person, though she promises herself when she wakes up that she's only using one that day. That's why when she reports for babysitting duty her pupils are only a little wide, her eyes just a normal amount of glassy. She keeps interaction with other adults to a minimum and places herself on the floor, on her stomach, at eye level with the mothlings.
"Hello," she says to the closest one. "I'm Miss Hana. Did I... I'm sorry. I can't tell you apart yet." She's signing as she speaks. "Are you the one who shared my shrimp puff the other night?"
You're the only one who understands me, mothlings
Alcohol, no. Euphorics, on the other hand...
There's a stash two places in her room and a small supply on her person, though she promises herself when she wakes up that she's only using one that day. That's why when she reports for babysitting duty her pupils are only a little wide, her eyes just a normal amount of glassy. She keeps interaction with other adults to a minimum and places herself on the floor, on her stomach, at eye level with the mothlings.
"Hello," she says to the closest one. "I'm Miss Hana. Did I... I'm sorry. I can't tell you apart yet." She's signing as she speaks. "Are you the one who shared my shrimp puff the other night?"