[ It feels nice to be... part of something. Even if just for a very short time. Sure, she has a whole realm under her charge now, but it had managed without her before. That connection, that sense of belongingness, is something she's not really had in a while. ]
i try to be humble. always a good habit to have. and yeah, they're doing good. handing them off to people who know better what to do. i don't wanna end up accidentally hurting them.
[ it's not that he can't gauge his own strength, he's much better at that these days, but the arm's covered in all sorts of traumatic shit, and nobody needs that. especially not young children. ]
[ He reminds her so much of him sometimes that it hurts. In a bittersweet way.
She'd tease him as he initially said see you in three days but she's not about to turn down the chance to hang out. Even if, you know, she's just going to be a projection and it's going to be a weird kind of hanging out. She's not about to ask him to come to her, though he could if he really wanted and Garmr could lead him. ]
we could add cheese in there. some peppers. maybe some other stuff.
[ and it's a good way to keep looking forward, making little dates like this. something to look forward to while he's in the dark for three days, doing things most people would never willingly do even under pain of death.
she would know about death, though, wouldn't she? and that's the saddest part of it all. ]
there's an eatery near where i'm staying in brooklyn. too big for a stall, too small for a diner, there's like four or five tables in the whole joint. no one ever looks twice at it until you're upon it.
That sounds nice. I don't think I've eaten anything that exciting in a while.
[ It's not that there's no food in the underworld — the realm certainly takes care of her and provides her plenty of options — but the Dead don't really need to eat, and it gets lonely eating alone. So as simple as the invitation is, it lifts her spirits. It's like what the new Dead have been saying about phones now being compact and having video and people who are separated by distance can still hang out. Sort of. ]
Or in a place like that. Can you give me the address? I can meet you outside, make it look totally normal.
[ As long as nobody tries to touch her, her projections are convincingly lifelike. But isn't he used to hanging out with ghosts anyway? ]
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But thanks for letting me help.
[ It feels nice to be... part of something. Even if just for a very short time. Sure, she has a whole realm under her charge now, but it had managed without her before. That connection, that sense of belongingness, is something she's not really had in a while. ]
The kids okay?
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and yeah, they're doing good.
handing them off to people who know better what to do.
i don't wanna end up accidentally hurting them.
[ it's not that he can't gauge his own strength, he's much better at that these days, but the arm's covered in all sorts of traumatic shit, and nobody needs that. especially not young children. ]
wanna grab something to eat after this?
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[ He reminds her so much of him sometimes that it hurts. In a bittersweet way.
She'd tease him as he initially said see you in three days but she's not about to turn down the chance to hang out. Even if, you know, she's just going to be a projection and it's going to be a weird kind of hanging out. She's not about to ask him to come to her, though he could if he really wanted and Garmr could lead him. ]
Name the time and place. I like bread. And bacon.
idk timelines anymore oops
[ and it's a good way to keep looking forward, making little dates like this. something to look forward to while he's in the dark for three days, doing things most people would never willingly do even under pain of death.
she would know about death, though, wouldn't she? and that's the saddest part of it all. ]
there's an eatery near where i'm staying in brooklyn. too big for a stall, too small for a diner, there's like four or five tables in the whole joint. no one ever looks twice at it until you're upon it.
i mean time is a lie anyway lol
[ It's not that there's no food in the underworld — the realm certainly takes care of her and provides her plenty of options — but the Dead don't really need to eat, and it gets lonely eating alone. So as simple as the invitation is, it lifts her spirits. It's like what the new Dead have been saying about phones now being compact and having video and people who are separated by distance can still hang out. Sort of. ]
Or in a place like that. Can you give me the address? I can meet you outside, make it look totally normal.
[ As long as nobody tries to touch her, her projections are convincingly lifelike. But isn't he used to hanging out with ghosts anyway? ]