-She flinched, then looks down-
...
...
He... h... hh... b... buhh...!
-Start sobbing, between gasps-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?(Smiles with all those sticky-outy teeth, sighing.) People, things... As you. As the chicken. As the... chickenperson.
Guid, guid... Ahthenkmoostkenmakeootwhitah'msayen... Ahmean, et'soonlyaweebrogue, mahmuman'dadan'kinfowksooundmichmairelikeglaswegians, bit... Eheh, ahhoopeyedunnaethenkah'msimesairt'odaftdrunkaird... Seeing them... beneficial. Never seen before.
…
(Steps back a bit.)
...Perhaps I should not have said that. I mention him because I knew him and...
(oogh... oof)
...What is it that other people can do that helps you become calm? You are suddenly far less calm than you were, and it is probably because of what I said.
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019-Sobbing turns to a wailing, outraged scream as she glares up at him with weepy eyes-
He wasn't real! You can't say that name because he wasn't real and if you say it then he was real and I got hurt! Nobody else says his name! You broke it! I hate you!
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?…
(Deeeeeeep... inhale. slowly backing away...)
...Alright. My apologies for mentioning this person who clearly have complex emotions about. I think it would be best if I absconded from this interaction and left you to deal with these emotions, as I do not think I am qualified to assist you in processing them as someone with marked emotional processing issues myself. I hope that you are able to—HUARGH—
(Trips up on his own bandage and falls down the stairs with a loud, awful clatter and rattle and snap.)
What is that? Never heard "Reploid."
(It reclines.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019-She goes back to hugging at herself-
-Pulling at her hair-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Aye! An'likewise. Ah.
(just... so happy) Strange.
An'whit'syername, hen? YekencallmeMac. But. Most things are.
(A stunted, broken, half-mummified skeleton lay in pieces on the staircase, dirt and bonemeal and all other ungodly things strewn about the steps. The head rolls around at the bottom for a while before going still.)
...........
(But if that weren't bad enough, the transparent, bluish specter of a nasty little binch
◊ floats up the stair, looking to Gracia with an expression of tempered dismay.)
...It's going to take me a while to get that body back together, just so you're aware.
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019-She looks up at him, then stands, shaking with anger-
Good! Because I hate you! I hate you as much as Cloud must have hated me! And that's a lot, because he never came back!
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Stop talking! Go back to the dead people house in hell!
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

"... I actually don't know!"
goofy sshrug
"Oh, don't worry, I can get the general gist of what you're saying."
Edited by Trip on Oct 29th 2018 at 10:57:00 AM