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——        ...          RE⠀*⠀:⠀ Oh. I am sorry. I had assumed—     [   ‘that you on the verge of a breakdown of sorts’ does not quite roll off the tongue, she decides the minute the words reach the end of her tongue. instead, it’s plain silence. just the quiver coming from the boy’s bones and the crickets of early morning. **** sits still, eyes off of the boy, and silently ushers an inch or two towards his end of the bench with beckoning hands on the wood.   ]     .. Brandon?               @ilokind

——        ...          RE⠀*⠀:⠀ Of course. You are welcome.   [   a moment’s silence as her gaze lingers through the long abandoned park in an empty stare to him, and it is only then she picks up on the fact that he looks more akin to the wet dogs owners drag around these streets when it’s sunnier than child. or human.   ]     Brandon,     [   and he is the only person she hears her voice thread closest to human to as ****’s head leans down alongside her neck:   ]     are you alright?              @ilokind

[   5:19 ⁽ ᴬᴹ ⁾   ]          ——        ...          RE⠀*⠀:⠀ Of course you may, Brandon.  Here, I have scooted over to provide you with an efficient amount of space.               @ilokind

——        ...          RE⠀*⠀:⠀ [   fur’s completely removed, what’s only left underneath a small dress alongside glaring skin. she clenches onto it with angled elbow,   ]     I would like for you to take it, Brandon. Please.   (..)   I think it would look better on you than it did on me.               @ilokind

——        ...          RE⠀*⠀:⠀ [   the smile that reaches her cheeks is one of the few things which make her seem completely human. the whirling wind passes by their direction and she blinks in surprise. pauses, and assumes to take off the gifted slash gutted fur coat that covered the entirety of her frame.   ]     It is cold. You should not be cold. Please put this on,   (..)   it will keep you warm.                @ilokind

——        ...          RE⠀*⠀:⠀ That is fine.   It—–  happens.     [   head tilts, looking over the features of the an–inch–taller brandon she still towered over. knees bend as she lowers down, looking the boy in the eye.   ]     I am.. happy,   (..)   to see you again.                @ilokind

[   1:02 ⁽ ᴬᴹ ⁾   ]          ——        ...          RE⠀*⠀:⠀ Hello, Brandon.   I have missed you,   (///)   very much.   Have you been well?               @ilokind

every few months or so i remember she exists