armedandclever asked: " it's not funny, though - seriously. lives were - y'know, lost. "
❝ Lost, really—? ❞ She clicked her tongue and made a little face at him, pouting her lips—gently chiding.
❝ No, no—don’t be silly now—I happen to know exactly where they went. No need to fret. ❞
Right, so—that probably hadn’t been the most tactful of remarks to make in the given moment, however—it had been a particularly irresistible one—if rather unappreciated by its tortured recipient.
Delicately, she cleared her throat—broaching the silence with a teense more care this time—lowering her eyes, and coming up closer beside him.
❝ —yes—yes, they were, dear. I’m afraid big, scary raging explosions do tend to have that uncomely side effect. Still, you’re very good to remind us—no, really—you’re very, very good at it. ❞
She’d taken him by the arm—giving him several pats on the shoulder.
Her eyebrows were moderately risen, and she flashed a brief, implicative glance in his general direction—before quieting once more—relinquishing her hold on him and clasping her hands together before her waist. Resigning herself to patience.
Well, for a hot minute, anyway. She took a short, neatly audible breath—her mouth popping back open.
❝ —ahem, excuse me—sorry, I know—last thing, I promise, but—how long do these little designated mourning periods of yours generally last—? ❞
She blinked a couple of times—her gaze flickering over him.
❝ Because—that was an awful lot of excitement we had just now, and—no offense to the dead, may their meaty bits R.I.P and all that, but—I’m still alive, and I’m positively famished. ❞
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