will have to sleebytime at 11 CST
(Mac toddles downstairs, covered in motor oil and looking deeply satisfied with herself.)
...Ah, Roggo! Blissme, laddie, ahhaen'tseenye'naguidwhile, aye?
(Jilian sits atop the roof, lost in thought.)
(possible third char pending)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019Mac!
-He snaps out of his reverie-
How fortuitriffic! I was hoping I'd see you again!
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?…?!
(Startles a bit, looking over her shoulder.)
...Oh, uh. Hi, sorry. I was... distracted.
(Looks to Mothy Moth... is it adventure time again...?)
Aye, an'likewise!
(Flutters up onto the couch beside him... getting oily chicken footprints on the fabric... grody...!)
Soo, eh, noowthetyernaepreooccupiedwi'whatyefegueredootwisjistyerfrind... whithaeyebeendooen, leetley?
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019Well uh... wondering if I should go home.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?...Oh... Uh, well... I'm alright. Just... Restless, I guess, would be the best word.
(Peers down at her buster-bearing arm.)
...Right. Uh... Should we do it now? And how, uh... how are your repairs holding up and everything?
...Oo...
(Gives a solemn little half-nod, scooting closer to him.)
...Aye, ahkenseewhyye'dwanty... Noo'ffenset'thispleece, bit... Et'snaehoome, et'snaewheereyerfamilyes. Bit... An'naet'empoose, bitth'resairchwewisdooen, wi'th'expedetionsentyth'undergroound... Ahguessah'dbepeckenetoopferye, aye?
(jeez louise mac, let a man explain his own friccen motives... OOH, the insensitive auntie is here)
...Ah, guidevenen, eh... Cory, wiset?
(in the house)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019It's— I mean it's not about anything bad here, but the entire reason I came to—
-He jolts alert to Kora-
Oh! Ah, hello.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-The colour drains from his face-
... Yes, ma'am.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

-Roger sat quietly on the mainroom floor, crosslegged, deep in thought, staring vacantly at a pink bubble-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?