[He's drawing . . . on a little blank card. It's a tarot card. This one is a feminine figure, in red, a flame in her hand.]
Trying not to feel much of anything, if I'm being upfront. It's-- well. Time for that later. Or not, because I'll be dead and won't have to worry about it. That is the benefit of pushing it down the line.
Ah- my thanks. I'm not sure why ... Well. Might not be much use for them, if we all die horribly this week, but I figured I might as well finish the ones I started.
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[She will invite herself to plop down on the ground next to him, peering at whatever he's working on.]
How are you feeling?
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Trying not to feel much of anything, if I'm being upfront. It's-- well. Time for that later. Or not, because I'll be dead and won't have to worry about it. That is the benefit of pushing it down the line.
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[She's an optimist, anyway. Gesturing at the tarot card:]
That's looking pretty.
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Ah- my thanks. I'm not sure why ... Well. Might not be much use for them, if we all die horribly this week, but I figured I might as well finish the ones I started.
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