You wouldn't even begin to understand, you're—... you're just a naive little specter...
(Blinks sleepily up at Gracia, her eyes all hella watery and red.)
...Oh. It's you. I would probably retreat up there, yes... if I wasn't concerned about breaking my neck on those stairs after some fever-induced misstep...
(SSSSSSNIFFLE)
...Ah. Perhaps it makes him uncomfortable, then, to recount the war.
(Reaches up and brushes his hair down a bit with his hands, having to be careful on account of the claws.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019I won't, I promise.
-She manages to pick her up off the ground, with a bit of effort-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Just 'cause it's reality doesn't mean you have to contribute...
But- I'm going to go back to searching the phonebook.
-he tries this-
I was on the ground floor of a train station.
The elevator wasn't supposed to exist, but it did.
We didn't even really press a button I think.
But- I'm getting kinda sleepy- so I have to say adieu here, Cordelia.
It was- nice to talk to you, though.
Must... sleeep... 1:52 am...
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post(Groans a bit. Is literally just skin and bones, not much fat or muscle on her. Reaches down and grabs up her crutches.)
...Okay. If you drop me, please be sure to let me fall on my head...
...Keheheheh. Good luck... You terrible kid.
...Hm. If I do, I have not met them. I was, erm... adopted, you see, and both my parents are entertainers by profession.
(Scratches his head a bit.)
Good night, sweet prince.
edited 3rd Aug '16 6:00:11 PM by MobileLeprechaun
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019-Gracia nods-
Alright.
-Brings her up the stairs-
Where do you want to sleep?
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

-Saitama sits in the basement in his boxers-
-Boredly eating Pringles and taking a blowdrier to his wet clothes-
......