…
(Raises an eyebrow to these potential panty-raid accusations and plays translator.)
...Yyyyeah, she says he probably didn't do that, but he's in the kitchen if you wanna ask.
<...Fuck... I mean... I can't so much see it any other way, y'know? I just— all I feel like is me, Stella Girard.>
…
(Slowly sets down her grody cavewoman meal and begins stalking after him, trying to move silently and keep a good bit of distance between them.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019<... Sweet shining spirits! Thick! Thick thick thick! Nothing's been taken away, it's all— it's all been added! You're like a fruit smoothie, blended together. There is no other girl out there, because whoever she is, she's right here!>
-Shakes Stella's shoulder a little to emphasise-
-Hal is frying up some kind of meaty breakfast on the stove-
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What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?(The Prolonged Stare...! Reaches down to her hip, but doesn't do anything else threaten-y.)
...Whither came you, Servant.
<...Whoa! Uh—... Like— Like, okay, you're saying I'm some kinda— some sorta chimera? Like someone fuckin' chimera'd me? I mean...>
(Stops to consider this, fiddling with those glasses in contemplation.)
<...Wouldn't I feel, like—... a little weird if that was the case? I mean, if I had to become one person with any other fuckin' person, I think I'd inevitably hate myself a little bit... Or—... Unless they were really cool and not a fucker...>
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019Yeah, that's me. Why?
<I don't know, I have no clue how this could have happened or how certain traits and memories dominate or— or anything, but the clues have been staring at me in the face, and I've been wasting so much time chasing the wrong leads...>
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?...Barbarous perhaps I am, but I am not a fool. I know well what you are, and you know well why you have come here. And you shall tell me.
(Even, stoic expression.)
<...Okay! Hey, like— If you for real think this isn't some lame rabbit trail... Like, what was Steph like? What kinda shit did she enjoy that I enjoy? We need to fuckin' tabulate it so we can maybe—... I mean, if the hypothetical other person isn't hypothetical...>
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019... Okay?
-Flips it onto a plate, kills the gas and sits at the table to eat-
<Right, yes. Hold on...>
-She wipes away at the blackboard, starting to write new stuff down-
<Steph wore her hair off to the side, dark hair... wore mostly greys...>
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?...Crates...
(Looks down a moment, frowning almost imperceptibly and making a little grunt.)
...No human should be here, crated or otherwise, unless my travels have carried me to the loathsome fringe of civilization. Can I trust you to comport yourself decently should I accompany you.
(Looks down with a worried look at her grey sweater.)
<...Shit...! Uh—... Right, okay, and did she have glasses? Guess the hair was a bit longer than this... And was— was she mixed race?>
(brb a bit, GROCERIES)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019<No glasses. And I'm no expert on human races, but I don't think she was mixed... >
<And, well, I already told you she was trans.>
<She used that notebook a lot to change details about herself, but she never had to write it as a couplet...>
What do you want to know?
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

Kitchen
(Marcia prepares a plate of crumpets for Jack. There's an assortment of various kinds of butters. Some of these are flavored.)