@neuromanic
She had been alone. At least, that was the polite word for it.
Wanda sensed the shift the moment they crossed the threshold — a ripple through probability, like a stone dropped into deep water.
“You shouldn’t be here,” she said gently.
There was no threat in her tone. Only curiosity.
“But you are.”
i wouldn’t open that one if i were you.
bad food. [he takes the crate, hefting it over to another stack to set it down] or maybe a tongue-less head that doesn’t die so easily.
@testedsoul, you’re bad at lying. [she’d move away, eyes following him] tell me what is in its. right now
/ cb for a line, spec if you’d like
Who are you? Why is it that you seek for my help?
hey, eyes to yourself. this stuff’s confidential.
yes. wait, how did you know? i never told you about that.
you know more than you’re letting on. isn’t that right?
i hate mind control.
/ cb for a line pls :)
what, you gonna follow me now?
ugh! don’t do that! [nerve struck, he’s clamping both hands on either side of his head as if that’s what lowers the volume to whatever she may be hearing. certainly, perhaps the voices he occasionally hears.] i don’t like people meddlin’ inside my head. especially not about my coordinates. you’re practically trespassing.
@testedsoul i do not know your address yet. or the boat coordinates. [grace would try for a smile. it falls flat.] your mind told me. it’s a very loud mind for something that’s post mortem like the rest of you. usually they’re quiet.
[he stares, blinking once before exhaling and holding up a finger,] one: rude. i .. could have friends. two, why do you know this? (…) you’re not the one who left me all those creepy notes, are you?
