Ashley J. Williams (
housewareshero) wrote2018-03-10 03:19 pm
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(Give me your threads, your birds, your huddled telepathic thoughts yearning to be heard. Positive reception is not guaranteed. This IS Ash, after all.)
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[ There's a bit of a sound on her end, not so much disappointed as stressed. Not from him, but something else. ]
Yeah, tell me about it. I mean I'd be fine but there's something pretty crappy about talking about you know, important or serious things over what's essentially a phone in your brain. I do better in person, I guess.
[ Her voice is more controlled than her expressions. The tiniest way the light shifts in her eyes or her lips turn or twitch say more than any words she might offer ever could. ]
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[he can feel the memories already clawing at his brain, the sound of rotten nails against splintered wood, the faint rattling of chain. the stench of rotten fruit and old, moist, dirt, stale air.]
- okay, yer right, airing this shit in a public place, even if it's my room in a public place is a bad idea. You got any better ones?
[he's asking legitimately, even though his "voice" is right on that razor's edge of sounding like a dick about it]
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...wait, you've been living there, too? I mean if you want that, it's no big deal. Guess my place is always safe. No one really comes in and out and I live alone.
[ Plus, it's coming together. Other than she isn't much of a decorator, still functionality above all else. ]
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[it's the least he can do.]
((ooc: Mind if I make this a thread option in this month's post?))
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[ OOC: You mean continuing this? Fine by me! c: ]