familiar? that's it? galatea grunts, twisting uncomfortably within her seat as she tries to settle with this new information.
this wasn't... unheard of, but its frequency did not make it any less difficult to swallow.
"who are you?" she
— She blinked, listening to the voice. It was definitely odd to hear another voice, especially a hunter, but that makes it more.. interesting?
She placed her harpoon back into the basket, handle poking out, hands now free to use. Should she converse with them? Maybe, -
approaching. and she... has a clue as to why.
"you look... different." comes in an almost broken voice. it is not often, after all, that the hunter's focus is turned from slaughter.
her head tilts, hands shaking in anticipation. there is no mistake, voices intertwined with the crows' calling— that is the survivor you are meant to chase.
however, there is an undeniable familiarity that prevents the sculptor from
— Her heart beats, loud and clear in her ears. Damn it, did she mess up the cipher too much? It's what she gets for not being too well versed in mechanical things.
A quick turn, harpoon at the ready to toss if needed. Huh, they seemed oddly familiar.. though, possibly because -
( claude stares for longer than she must, prior to turning her chair. )
flavor? there aren't many options. let alone good ones.
( barely able to open the cabinet they were all in, stretching. )
it never is, in this manor.
( she's not the type to rub salt into open wounds, don't worry. )
with that being said, is there anything else that might lean your morning into a good one?
someone as pessimistic as yourself needs it, don't you think?
( the sculptor seemed to be in a better mood than usual, she decided it was best to make the most of it. )
I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU
I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU
I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU
I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU
I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU
I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU i love you
too.
#edgala