I don't know what else more he has to hide. I'm sure he'd appreciate if you were upfront about what you can do. Like you usually are.
[There are two wolves inside Maelle: one, the lonely teenager that's surprised and excited to go sleep over, and two, the frightened teenager that doesn't want to leave Gustave for too long.
However...]
Lune, Sciel, and Gustave probably want some space to talk without me here. Yeah. Okay.
/I try to be. Like a 7.6 score on my success rate.
I'll let you sleep on the cuckoo nest. How's that? Although technically, real talk? Cuckoos don't really have nests? They're really asshole birds. Anyway. I'll track you, you know the way around now, right?/
[And there will be one (1) redheaded teenager showing up. She looks a little more pale than usual, bags under her eyes a little darker, but otherwise none the worse for wear. Just tired.]
Yup. Let's do it. Maybe you take notes, so when we get the opportunity to, we hotwire a car for you.
(Horrible influence, but at least she's fun, right? Her eyes glow for an instant, and Maelle gets the sense of what Sophie means. The autonomy as she sits on the passanger's seat, the thought process of starting the car, fixing the mirror, putting it in Drive.
(Telepathy is fun, okay? And the reason why she does these things with Maelle is not only because they're stupid and ridiculous and, well, again, fun, but because there's more to telepathy than the scary bits. That she is also great at! But, you know.)
Girl, second time you mention Sciel's shitty parking. Did she hit the car into a building or?
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[There are two wolves inside Maelle: one, the lonely teenager that's surprised and excited to go sleep over, and two, the frightened teenager that doesn't want to leave Gustave for too long.
However...]
Lune, Sciel, and Gustave probably want some space to talk without me here. Yeah. Okay.
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I'll let you sleep on the cuckoo nest. How's that? Although technically, real talk? Cuckoos don't really have nests? They're really asshole birds. Anyway. I'll track you, you know the way around now, right?/
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Yeah. Let me let Gustave know I'm going to stay over and I'll be on my way.
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Yeah. Cool. Do you want something specific to eat? We can go out, too./
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I'm not really hungry but I can maybe do a dessert.
[Just so no one frets.]
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Works. Ice cream again?/
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Ice cream. Unless there's better than ice cream.
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Idea: let's try desserts from all over Etraya./
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Okay. See you soon, Sophie.
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I'm waiting./
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[And there will be one (1) redheaded teenager showing up. She looks a little more pale than usual, bags under her eyes a little darker, but otherwise none the worse for wear. Just tired.]
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Hey, kiddo.
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[Not this time. Sophie's lucked out.]
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(It's a joke, and she says it softly before she catches the keys.)
What if you drive and I drive? For fun.
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What?
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[Also. Maelle is short.]
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[The low population is a blessing.]
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(Horrible influence, but at least she's fun, right? Her eyes glow for an instant, and Maelle gets the sense of what Sophie means. The autonomy as she sits on the passanger's seat, the thought process of starting the car, fixing the mirror, putting it in Drive.
The freedom!)
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... I think Verso would not like this very much, but I think this would be a good way to help Sciel learn how to parallel park.
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(Telepathy is fun, okay? And the reason why she does these things with Maelle is not only because they're stupid and ridiculous and, well, again, fun, but because there's more to telepathy than the scary bits. That she is also great at! But, you know.)
Girl, second time you mention Sciel's shitty parking. Did she hit the car into a building or?
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It's not so much that as much as... People were looking. And watching. It was like a minute, but it felt like years.
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(Her revenge shall come. Except — Holy fuck, is that the Mall of America? Good thing there isn't any traffic, because she stops the car immediately.)
We gotta go in there. ASAP. No time to explain. Go, go, go.
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