[ a little confidence seeps back into faith's voice; as if having no furniture is something to be proud of. and the room's about as bare as it can be. bed, trunk, a single light bulb that hangs from the ceiling. the floor's concrete, and faith hasn't thought to put a rug down. there's a shitty small tube tv in the corner on the floor-- and a duffel bag where it seems she keeps her clothes.
she waves natasha in before heading to the bathroom to jab her elbow into the mirror. the tinkle of glass follows the smashing sound as faith wipes it from the counter to the wastebasket. ]
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[ a little confidence seeps back into faith's voice; as if having no furniture is something to be proud of. and the room's about as bare as it can be. bed, trunk, a single light bulb that hangs from the ceiling. the floor's concrete, and faith hasn't thought to put a rug down. there's a shitty small tube tv in the corner on the floor-- and a duffel bag where it seems she keeps her clothes.
she waves natasha in before heading to the bathroom to jab her elbow into the mirror. the tinkle of glass follows the smashing sound as faith wipes it from the counter to the wastebasket. ]