[ clarice, though. clarice hesitates. it's nice, she thinks. that even in death, he still has a place he can call home.
there's nothing waiting for her back in her world. ]
Yeah... [ there's a pointedly casual lilt to her tone — a stark contrast to the quiet and care her words had had just moments earlier. ] All this metal and humming's bound to get real old real fast.
๏ผ he gives her a sidelong glance, unfettered by open curiosity but nevertheless inquisitive. had she hoped his answer would be different?
(is hers?) ๏ผ
One becomes accustomed to it, I imagine, with time.
๏ผ in lieu of sitting idle, he rises to begin a pot of tea. something non-caffeinated, one of the things he has squirrelled away from viveca's supply drops. he never takes the whole of anything, but he does have a decent, well-organized supply of various things in one drawer, which he thumbs through idly. ๏ผ
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there's nothing waiting for her back in her world. ]
Yeah... [ there's a pointedly casual lilt to her tone — a stark contrast to the quiet and care her words had had just moments earlier. ] All this metal and humming's bound to get real old real fast.
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(is hers?) ๏ผ
One becomes accustomed to it, I imagine, with time.
๏ผ in lieu of sitting idle, he rises to begin a pot of tea. something non-caffeinated, one of the things he has squirrelled away from viveca's supply drops. he never takes the whole of anything, but he does have a decent, well-organized supply of various things in one drawer, which he thumbs through idly. ๏ผ
Do you? Wonder about staying here.