"...are you?" they venture, the smallest of challenges but there's no real bite to it. "being out on the field is already more than admirable enough, no? the work we do isn't exactly easy. but, still, we can bring back more radianite that way."
instead of the answer satisfying her, a frown makes its way to hazal's face. she wasn't blind to that flinch. it's not a question many would even think to ask, after all. and she's all too familiar with ways to try and hide fatigue. (hazal, of all people, should know.)
tala flinches a little due to the unexpected nature of the question. she thought about it for a second, than mustered up her typical bubbly self.
〝 afraid? hoi, i'm 𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙙! 〞
she said with a smile that couldn't quite reach her ears. it hadn't been able to in a long —
“aren’t you afraid of what they’re doing to you?”
she stares right at @blindingspeeds. the question is completely unprompted, straight to the point. they’re more than capable of letting nightmare get the answer—but they’d rather hear it from her.
and just like that, the both of them are sent sprawling onto the floor with a thud.
“what are you /doing/?” they huff, beginning to untangle themself from her.
already set down presents in front of everyone's door. all gift wrapped, but no card placed to indicate who it could be from. a silent appreciation from the group's resident dream seer.
Merry Christmas.
the difficult part of being santa in a base full of people with varying sleep schedules is figuring out how to give everyone their presents without them noticing.
fortunately, hazal is more than accustomed to challenges that require her to be inconspicuous. and soon, she's—