[ Dude, he was "comfortable." He put a blanket down first and everything. ]
Yes. [ Now that the panic is fading, the waves of grief roll in swells inside his chest, each smaller than the last. The dream starts to become foggy, and he drops his hands from his safely human ears as he begins to blearily casts his gaze about, looking for his notebooks. He has to write this one down, before he can try to sleep again. ]
I am fine, [ he lies. Clive will just have to accept it as the truth.
Honestly, he feels like he shouldn't be so surprised things ended up this way. Miss Jill seems too willing to mind her business, and whatever is going on with that Dion guy... he seems to be going through the motions of each day more than anything else. If it had been just them in this room, Dan Heng likely would have been free to sleep on the floor, and even sleep in if he wanted to. But with this Clive guy... there's a very... babygirl Stelle-like quality in the energy that Clive seems to embody. Well, not the "give me money" and "what's in this trash can?" parts. But definitely the go everywhere, do everything, talk to everyone part.
The thought makes him miss the Express again. It's barely been a month, and he misses it so much already. He misses the Data Bank. The sound of the servers humming, the coolant under the floors flowing through pipes, March chattering away next door, or music playing from the record machine. To say nothing of the rest of their crew. ]
... My friends do things like that too—stick their noses in any business they find. [ It's said fondly, at least. ] But they wait for me to wake up first.
[ And... he doesn't recall ever once using cloudhymn without meaning to, like that. A shame he doesn't have a door to lock. ]
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Yes. [ Now that the panic is fading, the waves of grief roll in swells inside his chest, each smaller than the last. The dream starts to become foggy, and he drops his hands from his safely human ears as he begins to blearily casts his gaze about, looking for his notebooks. He has to write this one down, before he can try to sleep again. ]
I am fine, [ he lies. Clive will just have to accept it as the truth.
Honestly, he feels like he shouldn't be so surprised things ended up this way. Miss Jill seems too willing to mind her business, and whatever is going on with that Dion guy... he seems to be going through the motions of each day more than anything else. If it had been just them in this room, Dan Heng likely would have been free to sleep on the floor, and even sleep in if he wanted to. But with this Clive guy... there's a very...
babygirlStelle-like quality in the energy that Clive seems to embody. Well, not the "give me money" and "what's in this trash can?" parts. But definitely the go everywhere, do everything, talk to everyone part.The thought makes him miss the Express again. It's barely been a month, and he misses it so much already. He misses the Data Bank. The sound of the servers humming, the coolant under the floors flowing through pipes, March chattering away next door, or music playing from the record machine. To say nothing of the rest of their crew. ]
... My friends do things like that too—stick their noses in any business they find. [ It's said fondly, at least. ] But they wait for me to wake up first.
[ And... he doesn't recall ever once using cloudhymn without meaning to, like that. A shame he doesn't have a door to lock. ]