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PASHMINA
The conflict flew past them at a dizzying pace. She hadn't been planning to confront McKay, not until she'd found something more substantial to accuse him with, but wasn't this proof already, that he'd done something to their brains? Cole, keeping a hold of himself, made better threats than she could and Pash nodded furiously to show that she supported him. And yet, despite it all, instead of fighting, instead of trying to take them back under his spell, the libitine turned tail and sprinted away with a cry. Pashmina blinked, suddenly feeling like the bad guy in the situation, but she steeled herself, swallowing the lump in her throat.
This... This had to be an act. He'd gotten antsy because he was outnumbered and being called out, even if the location was only semi-public. That had to be it. Pash let out a heavy breath, when Ike disappeared from view, pressing her lips together and idly realizing that they were dry. In an attempt to comfort herself somewhat, she wordlessly reached into her pocket and reapplied her pink lip gloss, breathing slightly uneven. Her fingers shook despite her asking them not to.
Only when she finished, did she speak again, eyes flitting to Cole, "... What should we do now?"
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