[The audio sounds, the perpetual annoyance following.] I don't believe we've ever come across each other in any significant manner for you to have proper evidence to prove that theory.
action! HI GRANDMA.crimsonandnoirFebruary 22 2011, 15:16:21 UTC
[Surprisingly, Krypta's not watching the Portal at all today, choosing instead to look for her place of solace, or something that would remind her of home. It's getting frustrating, not being able to recognize anything here, and a part of her is ready to give up and go back to her designated residence-
Until she sees papers fly by, and out of curiosity, picks them up in a pile.
The wind of course is being horrendous, and while trying to keep them all in one place, she does manage to see the writing on them. And upon doing so, lets out a wry smile. It's a style that she recognizes, if only slightly, and her eyes then look for the man behind it.
Eventually she'll catch sight of him, and when she does, she'll call out.]
[The voice that sounds upon the winds is difficult to pick up at first as it seems nearly distant. A pause and a breath and with a glance around the area, the dai looks outward towards a rather familiar figure, one that he is seems to consistently have the displeasure of sharing company with at the most inconvenient times throughout his day. Not to mention that the nickname that translates to his ears, despite differences he is certain they have in language, does not help proclaim any sort of fondness towards the child placed within a womans shell, an annoyance through and through though silently he considers, at least she was capable of catching something instead of letting it sail to the wind. How strangely kind of her and while it might have been slightly unwanted, he sterned his expression still as the wind pushed at his attire, rustling the fabric.
His steps remain halted for a moment before he turns and approaches, shoving the documents that had already found his palm once more back into their holding space.]Stating the obvious
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[It's not very different meeting him outside, she notices- he's not as hostile but still there's the clipped tone and the stern glare.
A part of her thinks he's not capable of doing anything else, god forbid actually smiling, and while she wants to question him on that matter of fact, his words cause her to pause and rethink what to say to him. Crossing her arms (and being sure not to crinkle the paper too badly), she gives him a cocked eyebrow and a wry look to go with it.]
[A voice replies, with a mild hint of bitterness within the tone, perhaps sarcasm.] As long as I continue to have my feet about me and the wind does not take the parchment to the seas surface then I see no reason not to be.
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Until she sees papers fly by, and out of curiosity, picks them up in a pile.
The wind of course is being horrendous, and while trying to keep them all in one place, she does manage to see the writing on them. And upon doing so, lets out a wry smile. It's a style that she recognizes, if only slightly, and her eyes then look for the man behind it.
Eventually she'll catch sight of him, and when she does, she'll call out.]
Oi, hermit- missing something?
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His steps remain halted for a moment before he turns and approaches, shoving the documents that had already found his palm once more back into their holding space.]Stating the obvious ( ... )
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A part of her thinks he's not capable of doing anything else, god forbid actually smiling, and while she wants to question him on that matter of fact, his words cause her to pause and rethink what to say to him. Crossing her arms (and being sure not to crinkle the paper too badly), she gives him a cocked eyebrow and a wry look to go with it.]
Still being a dick as always, I see.
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