[ the movement of her eyes prompts him to do very much the same, and in the process, catch a glimpse of a burn—friction? it's no business of his, so his thoughts don't linger on it for long as he lifts his head, considering her words.
funny how they can converse like this as people are walking through them with every passing second. a lot of things can happen to the dead, it seems. ]
ugh, you spammer
funny how they can converse like this as people are walking through them with every passing second. a lot of things can happen to the dead, it seems. ]
I see. . . . Are you alone?