[ brittle sarcasm actually makes her feel slightly more normal, in a weird sort of way. something familiar, maybe, even if the person that it's coming from is a stranger. she rearranges herself a little, legs pulled up to her chest and an arm looped loosely around them.
laura's still making an approximation at surveying their surroundings, but by the time he sits down next to her she's less focused on what might be crawling above. her head tips, looking over at him for a longer moment. maybe it's just because she feels impossibly old right now, but she can't help but think that he looks young. ]
How are you doing? Besides the...deprivation of liberty, the slim chance of rescue, the...creepy fucking mask guys, all that crap.
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[ brittle sarcasm actually makes her feel slightly more normal, in a weird sort of way. something familiar, maybe, even if the person that it's coming from is a stranger. she rearranges herself a little, legs pulled up to her chest and an arm looped loosely around them.
laura's still making an approximation at surveying their surroundings, but by the time he sits down next to her she's less focused on what might be crawling above. her head tips, looking over at him for a longer moment. maybe it's just because she feels impossibly old right now, but she can't help but think that he looks young. ]
How are you doing? Besides the...deprivation of liberty, the slim chance of rescue, the...creepy fucking mask guys, all that crap.