[the ghost of her laugh has stayed firm in her smile as she watches jawsy romp around her feet. elsa lives in every moment entirely, engrosses herself in the smallest of details– not for nothing, be it whether to pick up a lizard or reach for a gun. silco is a contrast to the space she chooses to take, instead holding everything close to his chest. not stiffly, exactly, more careful control.]
I would. Sunrise?
[she doesn't ask what time, and even with the use of handy clocks, she chooses not to rely on them alone. hands get tucked into her jacket pockets, posture straightening.]
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I would. Sunrise?
[she doesn't ask what time, and even with the use of handy clocks, she chooses not to rely on them alone. hands get tucked into her jacket pockets, posture straightening.]
It was nice to meet you both.