[ She finds his presence to be somewhat calming, actually; home is loud and the people that are left are in a perpetual state of anxiety, even the ones who have it made. They're teetering on the tightrope of the society left in the plague's wake, and they all know it. Today's favored acolyte is tomorrow's headless corpse in the body truck if they're not careful, and even if they're not, there's the looming threat of war between the groups left. And that doesn't even take into account all the drugs everyone is doing.
Her head tilts as he contemplates her, and her smile softens a little bit again. The flames reflect in her extremely dilated pupils, and she shakes her head again, more slightly this time. ]
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Her head tilts as he contemplates her, and her smile softens a little bit again. The flames reflect in her extremely dilated pupils, and she shakes her head again, more slightly this time. ]
No. I like it. Why would it bother me?