... Maybe she'd like a turn of the camera?
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?How'd that filming go?
-relaxes some more against his corner of the wall-
-Xion hears a humming-
-the sound of a male humming, and singing a little-
Are you going to Scarborough Fair... Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme- remember me to one who lives there- she once was a true love of mine...
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-he stops for a moment, and turns around-
Ahh- hello.
A good day to you.
-he bows his head a little-
Or well, I suppose that isn't the usual greeting these days... -in only the finest stilted posh tone as if unfamiliar with the phrase- What's up?.
I think that is a bit of an extreme reaction too, honestly.
Hair grows back.
And you shouldn't care that much about appearances.
Makes things look shallow.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postOh. Alright.
-Her smile drops, slightly-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Ask yourself why for a moment there.
Ah yes- my name.
People call me Jack.
A very common name, but then- my family is not a line of nobility, so I am no pretender to the nomenclature of gentry, of names such as Charles, Roland or heaven forbid that I am a Richard.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postIt's okay, Yvette. Nobody gets to touch it without your permission.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Chasing perfection's not going to get you anywhere.
Sometimes you have to compromise.
In this world, perfection is something unattainable, by all except the insane.
Mmm, indeed- as it goes. Short and sweet.
Xion is a rather exotic name, but I think the short and sweet premise fits all the same.
-smiles a little-
What are you doing out here in the forest, might I ask?
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post

"... -shaking a bit, sweating-"