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It's been a while. You could say it's been a pretty long time. There's no stumbling this time around, no gaping or cussing. There were several hours of creaking and hammering from a nondescript door, and a long while of quiet, filled with observation and sketching. Not much to induce memories right about now, but that's okay.
Katchoo finally looks up from her sketchpad, squirming on the floor to get comfortable again. Maybe she looks- perhaps not 'worse for wear' so much as 'weathered.' Certainly older, and probably not nearly as angry or lost.
"Change," she offers. "Inevitable, or just optional? What was the last milestone you made it through?"
(( Mun's note: internet and health are spotty; no offense if I take centuries to reply! I will get there :D ))
Katchoo finally looks up from her sketchpad, squirming on the floor to get comfortable again. Maybe she looks- perhaps not 'worse for wear' so much as 'weathered.' Certainly older, and probably not nearly as angry or lost.
"Change," she offers. "Inevitable, or just optional? What was the last milestone you made it through?"
(( Mun's note: internet and health are spotty; no offense if I take centuries to reply! I will get there :D ))