| december 3rd, evening [ video ]
[ tapping his fingers against a counter that isn't his, deeply contemplating something before (rather blandly): ] For those who knew her: Shirley Fenette is gone.
[ just. ugh. lost her again, this one long after her time. back to emptiness, just like he would return to... depressing, really. he reaches up and pinches the bridge of his nose for a moment, looking irritated and then slipping on the first mask he finds: a smiling one as his hand drops. ]
I have an inquiry, Death City: how many of you can play chess? [ and he looks off to the side, brow lifting as he remembers something. he doesn't look back when he speaks. ] Ah, yes, that's right: the graveyard-flavored ice cream that they sell here doesn't taste as bad as you would think. It actually tastes quite good.
[ it may seem random at first but after the talks he's had in the past, it needed to be said. and in the winter, too. yeah. aaand he reaches over to turn off the feed- and filter something to someone. ]
[ someone who gets a more genuine smile out him, half a mask and half not when he looks back at the device to show it. ]
I'm leaving. Are you staying, or are you coming with me? [ a pause. ] You are free to do either, as you well know.
[ just. ugh. lost her again, this one long after her time. back to emptiness, just like he would return to... depressing, really. he reaches up and pinches the bridge of his nose for a moment, looking irritated and then slipping on the first mask he finds: a smiling one as his hand drops. ]
I have an inquiry, Death City: how many of you can play chess? [ and he looks off to the side, brow lifting as he remembers something. he doesn't look back when he speaks. ] Ah, yes, that's right: the graveyard-flavored ice cream that they sell here doesn't taste as bad as you would think. It actually tastes quite good.
[ it may seem random at first but after the talks he's had in the past, it needed to be said. and in the winter, too. yeah. aaand he reaches over to turn off the feed- and filter something to someone. ]
[ someone who gets a more genuine smile out him, half a mask and half not when he looks back at the device to show it. ]
I'm leaving. Are you staying, or are you coming with me? [ a pause. ] You are free to do either, as you well know.