๏ผ which is acceptable and normal, but now he rather suspects he'll enjoy it. slowly, he picks his way back to his futon on the floor and takes a graceful seat, sinking down cross-legged. ๏ผ
๏ผ he falls silent following that assertion. he is exhausted, and while her company does not wear thin on him — she is easy to exist around — he has lost his taste for conversation.
she seems aware of it, at least. they drink their tea in companionable silence, and when they are finished she excuses herself, leaving him to his rest. ๏ผ
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๏ผ which is acceptable and normal, but now he rather suspects he'll enjoy it. slowly, he picks his way back to his futon on the floor and takes a graceful seat, sinking down cross-legged. ๏ผ
Perhaps once we are back from the mission.
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[ but tea purists get weird about tea. andy simply does not vibe with food purity. she takes a long sip from her cup, enjoying this brew. ]
I'll see what I can do. Maybe they'll have some tea to bring back next time.
[ she doesn't think the orbers would appreciate snake tea. ]
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she seems aware of it, at least. they drink their tea in companionable silence, and when they are finished she excuses herself, leaving him to his rest. ๏ผ