๏ผ he exhales a faint, amused gust of breath, propping his elbow up on his knee, resting his fingers in the crown of his dark hair. it's a casual posture, though that is hardly uncharacteristic — he does have a tendency to make poise look effortless. ๏ผ
My saying that was not intended to elicit an offer of help.
No, but... Things like that...the mean more when they're said aloud, right? [as opposed to just being felt. that's how humans seem to operate, he's finding.]
Either way...if my resolve changes... I'll tell you.
[he nods, shifting to get his feet under him before holding out a hand for the help up. this is becoming a more practiced exchange between them, isn't it? even in such a short span of time.
time is weird, though: fifteen years vanished in the blink of an eye, but hours here linger...until the next breath, when Blue finds it's been solar months on board, away from the Shangri-La. it's both new and old at the same time.]
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My saying that was not intended to elicit an offer of help.
๏ผ you predictable fool. ๏ผ
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Either way...if my resolve changes... I'll tell you.
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๏ผ and on that note it's high time for him to get the fuck hence. he stands, gives blue a polite nod — ๏ผ
Do you require assistance back to your room?
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time is weird, though: fifteen years vanished in the blink of an eye, but hours here linger...until the next breath, when Blue finds it's been solar months on board, away from the Shangri-La. it's both new and old at the same time.]
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he does not speak again — simply leads blue back to his quarters, and then escapes to his own. ๏ผ