She rolled her shoulders, puffing out her chest. She was burning with curiosity, but this was a touchy subject…
“I want to meet him.” She boldly spat out, biting her lip. This was going to get messy…
He gave her a helpless look, startled by the question.
“…he wants to meet you, too, and normally that’s a very bad thing-”
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havensmechanic reblogged this from renegaade-blog and added: “So he’s a limited entity able to access your memory…” She put a hand to her chin in thought, mulling over what he had...
renegaade-blog reblogged this from havensmechanic and added: "He….in a way, yeah. He doesn’t really ‘talk’ in the way we’re talking - he kinda just brings images or feelings to mind...
