… .ᐣ I am washing them . ( she doesn't seem to find anything weird about this , except for the fact that she feels ... cold . ) are you washing your clothes as well .ᐣ . . or .. what .
( mayhaps ... as long as she doesn't have to wash them afterward —— ׅ𖤠 where she lives , there aren't any washing machines —— it makes this chore tiring . )
they are . ( she confirms , her serious expression shifting gradually into a curious one . the more nervous he becomes , the more evident it becomes to her . she's used to people being put off by
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[ The quiet that had settled over the room doesn’t do his nervousness any favors, not to mention the way she sighs which he definitely reads a little too into. ]
S ─ sorry, I uh ..! My hands are probably sweaty, aren’t they?
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space is cruel , yes ... but nature is never crueler than the human heart .
it is also not as kind —— just neutral ... and sometimes , I prefer that neutrality .
( pulling up a magazine —— holding it horizontally for some reason , head tilted to try and read . )
moments like these , she couldn't help but reminisce the vioIence and sanguineous life she's had … thankfully , he can't read her mind . )
... I don't know what to say . maybe ,, thank you .ᐣ
ah ... I enjoy training as well , and hunting . ( she's nodding slowly , becoming a bit ... nervous when having their palms complimented —— such gentle words , it was .. )
they are —— ?
( she's looking at her free hand . they didn't use to be . they were callous before —— the last rebirth . before crawling out of the fIesh of her own back and being reborn anew ; her eyes closed . even in sweet
working in space sounds good ... and when you become tired of it , just tear a hole in a window —— instant quit.
( scratching her head . . so many space people ... astronauts .ᐣ not really . more like ,, Space – Storage employees . )