-Awwww that did it-
-And Cliff gets a hug-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Ah, art. See, I'm no good with a pencil to paper but if you give me a needle and some thr-
-Unexpected touching go-
-Cliff's body freezes up-
A-ah! Gracia, t-thank you...
-Who also didn't get a hug? That Lamb thing that's standing still in the main room, as if they were a statue-
edited 23rd Jan '16 11:49:41 PM by Tatsumar
Deer-And just as she can't distinguish different levels of friendship, Gracia can't distinguish appropriate levels of touching-
-Holding tight-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?...? Ah, so you've heard the stories. Wolf!
-Lamb sits down, twirling their bow behind their back. Wolf's head materializes out of the ground-
We did not expect anyone to know of Us.
Never lonely! We'll always be together!
Ah ha ha...
-Cliff slips into the shadows of the floor and hops out of Gracia's shadow to escape the hug trap-
Gracia, you're, uh, really nice to me, you know?
edited 24th Jan '16 12:19:28 AM by Tatsumar
DeerI'm not prey. I'm Cole.
The story comes from you. Everyone's stories do.
-If Kindred can tell that sort of thing, he's clearly already dead. Except he's awfully solid to be a ghost-
-Watches the fire- This world is too different from them, it burns, blights their being. Why did it come through?
edited 24th Jan '16 12:43:57 AM by WonderSquid
-Lamb places a hand on Wolf's snout- Calm yourself. This one is not Ours. He is not anyone's, it seems.
We see. As death, we only see the endings of people's stories. Not like we care to watch.
-Kindred watches the flames as well- Mortals do strange things to the husks of the dead. Why don't they eat them?
DeerI try to be, Cliff.
-Somewhat upset that her death grip didn't claim a victim-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

Oh! Yeah, I understand that...
Writers or, um, artists?
Deer