No Fun Allowed

[Pinko]

Lizzie seems to care very little about the barrel pressed on her head. The goofy smile on her face instead shows that she has nothing but eagerness towards meeting Freya. Then, something dawns onto her face - a moment of panic as she pats her pockets. For once, Lizzie seems like she might actually aknowledge her acts may have consequences, yet... she instead fetches something from her cleavage and presents what seems to be a pair of tickets up to Freya's face, a relieved expression on her own. "You must've forgotten! I was coming to take you out this weekend!" Her eyes then dart down to Freya's uniformed body, few tuts escaping her. "No, no, no, no, NO! Have you done nothing to prepare for this?! How can you go out looking like -that-?"

Lizzie would look insane to anyone else. As if her acts were erratic and without purpose. Yet, in the deep blue of her eyes, beyond the amazement for Freya that could easily be read, was the mark of a terrified young girl, one that could not endure being so lonely. Her facade had become more and more destructive over time, to the point where she clearly has stopped caring about her life. Many would mistake Lizzie for an idiot, but she was far from being one. There were rare moments of lucidity in her. She would hide them well. This, though, was not one of these moments. The drugs probably do not help one bit, all things considered.

Simply stepping away from the barrel, without a care of the consequences such a thing would have, Lizzie instead makes her way further into the study, heading for Freya's room. "Come ooon, you need to look good! What are you going to wear the day you'll become Kaizerin? Consider this some kind of practice!" She starts rummaging through the belongings of Freya, her dressers and everything. Truly making a mess, without a single care for Freya's itchy trigger finger.