[ He takes the coffee (black, for him) and holds the cup in his hands to warm them up. ]
They should have to form a—a queue...n.
[ Get it. Queue. Qun. But the he sounds unsure of his own joke, looking between Byerly and Alexandrie again, and feeling suddenly terrible about going easy on himself. ]
I'm sorry. For... for dreaming about abducting you, [ Alexandrie, ] and about threatening to kill you and make sure it wasn't fun, [ Byerly. ]
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Date: 2021-02-14 09:19 pm (UTC)[ He takes the coffee (black, for him) and holds the cup in his hands to warm them up. ]
They should have to form a—a queue...n.
[ Get it. Queue. Qun. But the he sounds unsure of his own joke, looking between Byerly and Alexandrie again, and feeling suddenly terrible about going easy on himself. ]
I'm sorry. For... for dreaming about abducting you, [ Alexandrie, ] and about threatening to kill you and make sure it wasn't fun, [ Byerly. ]