We're sidelined for a bit anyway - Junna by force, me by choice. So... yeah. Stable would be nice, but for now I just want her to not have to deal with the looks. Or the press. [Lisa sighs, smile a little worn.] And I'm glad everyone's looking out for me, but at a certain point it makes me feel more broken than I already do. Did. I know I'm not, just... we're happier around friends. I'm sure it'll blow the rest of the way over soon, and we'll be back and better than ever.
[But she laughs when Zeke comes up.] He did his best and then some. Even if I don't owe him anything, I'm happy to have him around, and I hope he knows that. Whether I have the brainpower to say it at the time or not. So... I'm going to try my hardest. I'm not going to promise I won't backslide and get there anyway, but I'm not going to borrow trouble. [Lisa's smile turns a little warmer.] Not with Junna, either. You're right, it's probably fine and she's not doing anything I don't want. But I try not to do things halfway, and that includes my relationship with her, yeah?
[Something catches her eye on the karaoke machine, though, and she glances back down. Something about her smile quirks, and she nods sharply, picking the microphone back up, dialing a song in. There's a piano and not much else for accompaniment.]
But speaking of not backsliding... this'll be a slow one, but heck if it's not what's on my mind.
[Lisa's voice is soft and light, clear and unwavering, and while this isn't strictly a cheery song at the moment, she's feeling good about it. She knows where it's going, as she reaches out a hand through the bars of her heart toward her audience, such as it is. The ones that were always there, that were never there. That someone else put there. That she could have sidestepped at any time, if she'd only known how to reach out. Her eyes are... serious, in keeping with her song, but not hard. She's okay.]
♫ The endless isolation can't wear down my illusion Someday, I'll make a dream unchained... ♫
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[But she laughs when Zeke comes up.] He did his best and then some. Even if I don't owe him anything, I'm happy to have him around, and I hope he knows that. Whether I have the brainpower to say it at the time or not. So... I'm going to try my hardest. I'm not going to promise I won't backslide and get there anyway, but I'm not going to borrow trouble. [Lisa's smile turns a little warmer.] Not with Junna, either. You're right, it's probably fine and she's not doing anything I don't want. But I try not to do things halfway, and that includes my relationship with her, yeah?
[Something catches her eye on the karaoke machine, though, and she glances back down. Something about her smile quirks, and she nods sharply, picking the microphone back up, dialing a song in. There's a piano and not much else for accompaniment.]
But speaking of not backsliding... this'll be a slow one, but heck if it's not what's on my mind.
♫ Birds are born with no shackles
Then what fetters my fate?
Blown away, the white petals
Leave me trapped in the cage ♫
[Lisa's voice is soft and light, clear and unwavering, and while this isn't strictly a cheery song at the moment, she's feeling good about it. She knows where it's going, as she reaches out a hand through the bars of her heart toward her audience, such as it is. The ones that were always there, that were never there. That someone else put there. That she could have sidestepped at any time, if she'd only known how to reach out. Her eyes are... serious, in keeping with her song, but not hard. She's okay.]
♫ The endless isolation can't wear down my illusion
Someday, I'll make a dream unchained... ♫