[Triela's hair is down and she's in pajamas, and to be quite honest, it's only video because of tired, slipping thumbs. She's sitting in her bedroom with a stack of books and papers beside her; her chin is in her hand. Her face is faintly tearstained, but she doesn't at all look or sound upset- and she isn't. Just a little damp.]
You know, I went to
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If you need a listening ear...or anywhere to go and clear your mind, as I've said once before, I think think I can...understand, somewhat, the feelings you're going through.
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It isn't anything to be ashamed of, that you find yourself thinking of your Mister Hilshire. It speaks of your devotion. But it's easy to let those thoughts overwhelm your sense of self.
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[Too stressed to sleep himself, and he wouldn't normally respond to a stranger or intrude on their ruminations...but he wants to know what sort of people are in this city, and talking to anyone could only help his situation right now.]
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[A pause.]
You know...I could probably install a skylight, if you wanted. I'm sure I could get one secure enough that nothing could get in.
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I'm not sure what Big Boss would say. You've been missing it too, though, huh? I wouldn't mind... I guess it might be a little silly of me, though.
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[Actually, he IS outside right now...on the roof, no less, smokin' and probably writing haikus.]
Come up.
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It's like nighttime's meaning's all skewed here.
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[Chillin'. There are probably a couple of cats snuggling against him, too.]
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[Oh, cats.
She doesn't really take her time- just a button down and slacks, and her hair tied back in one tail instead of two. When she reaches the roof, it's with graceful feet, but not a graceful atmosphere.]
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