House calls. For those who can't help themselves vis-a-vis criminal insanity. Okay, sure.
[ Her voice is dry enough to cure meat. Again, he thinks he's so much more clever than he really is -- in his attempt at alien-level aloofness, she can so easily see his thoughts have not strayed from her. He pretends she has no effect on him, that he is indifferent to her pointed insinuations and curious gaze, but still he wants to stay and talk to her. More than that, he wants to play some kind of game with her, where he baits her into asking questions that he then refuses to satisfactorily answer, round and round until she gets tired and snaps. She has no doubt that, if she had not gotten irritated, he would instead be working up yet another suspiciously avoidant thing to get her to ask after.
Also, just like a typical man, everything needs to be about him. Across three lengthy conversations now, she can hardly recall him asking anything about her. Strange, for someone whose whole life is supposed to be getting into other people's heads. ]
You came in here, Freud. [ She scoffs, closes her eyes as she leans her head back to the wall. Epeius succeeds in snapping off the front cover of the pocket watch (in which it is quickly fascinated by its own convex reflection). ] See ya later, alligator.
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[ Her voice is dry enough to cure meat. Again, he thinks he's so much more clever than he really is -- in his attempt at alien-level aloofness, she can so easily see his thoughts have not strayed from her. He pretends she has no effect on him, that he is indifferent to her pointed insinuations and curious gaze, but still he wants to stay and talk to her. More than that, he wants to play some kind of game with her, where he baits her into asking questions that he then refuses to satisfactorily answer, round and round until she gets tired and snaps. She has no doubt that, if she had not gotten irritated, he would instead be working up yet another suspiciously avoidant thing to get her to ask after.
Also, just like a typical man, everything needs to be about him. Across three lengthy conversations now, she can hardly recall him asking anything about her. Strange, for someone whose whole life is supposed to be getting into other people's heads. ]
You came in here, Freud. [ She scoffs, closes her eyes as she leans her head back to the wall. Epeius succeeds in snapping off the front cover of the pocket watch (in which it is quickly fascinated by its own convex reflection). ] See ya later, alligator.