[ There’s the heavy pitter-patter of the storm filling the quiet as soon as the N.O.C. is clicked on; it’s loud enough to hint that someone’s outside, but still under something, somewhere, out of the rain now. The noise, like static, stretches on for a moment as the only sound before - ]
What am I supposed to say?
[ -- a mutter. ]This is too
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[Whiiiine] Sebast doesn't like when the sky cries. D calls it "rain".
People say hello when they are suppose to say something.
[Clicks of claws on the sides, probably rolling around with it again] No, not dreaming. No rain in Sebast's dreams.
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[ A little confused at the tone here, at the background noises. It kinda sounds like claws--]
I think, if this were a dream, I'd be awake by now.
Are you-- Sebast?
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[More scratching]
Yes, Sebast is Sebast.
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Okay then, Sebast. How long have you been here?
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[The NOC crackles, having been dropped and it's silent for a half a minute then scratched as if picked up-]
One month and um, half days?
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