*collapses next to a group of trees after a day of work and stares up at the sky.*
... What... agh, I hate this... *rolls over on the grass in the shade; it's a late summer afternoon, so the air is pleasant. The warmth is tapered off by a refreshing breeze. Caine twirls a rosary bracelet around one of his fingers.*
/Caine
Time for some serious/
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Hello, luv. How're you doing?
Somehow, you look a little off. Don't mind me, though, I haven't really known you too terribly long. I might be wrong.
*hums a quiet tune*
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Yeah, I am off. But I would just bore you. :\
Neat song.
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I've got time, anyway. Anything you'd like to talk about?
Thank you. It's a lullaby my maid sang to me, when I was smaller.
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I uh... *turns a little red :>* I don't think so.
I see.
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No? Your expression betrays your words, but I'll just sit here until you feel ready to say something. I won't force you, luv.
*goes back to humming, periodically vocalising under her breath*
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