[oh fuck the last thread made the log 69 comments
anyway hi, throné is here in her usual outfit, eating a raspberry cookie. the emotions are some stupid combination of i really like this and i am sad but it's hard to tell if the sadness is just kind of a pervasive thing or it's because she's eating the cookies.
she's also reading a book! listening to her thoughts while tethered is kind of just like getting an audiobook of throné's asmr voice reading hitchhiker's guide.
she doesn't look up when she senses him, but her thoughts do derail into something that's kind of like a rundown of him? like an abbreviated version of his ic profile, name, age, callsign, notable skill.]
anyway hi, throné is here in her usual outfit, eating a raspberry cookie. the emotions are some stupid combination of i really like this and i am sad but it's hard to tell if the sadness is just kind of a pervasive thing or it's because she's eating the cookies.
she's also reading a book! listening to her thoughts while tethered is kind of just like getting an audiobook of throné's asmr voice reading hitchhiker's guide.
she doesn't look up when she senses him, but her thoughts do derail into something that's kind of like a rundown of him? like an abbreviated version of his ic profile, name, age, callsign, notable skill.]
Edited 2024-02-27 00:15 (UTC)
[ow!!!
well, she's not expecting it, which is why she drops her book and very nearly drops the cookie, too. there's a pause as she tries to make sense of that, dizzy and disoriented - it doesn't last long, because unfortunately she's accustomed to pain like that, but. not exactly that. that was a lot to process, and already her thoughts are whirling with degradation and a couple of ow, fucks.
she clutches at the couch very tightly, and then:]
-- Was that you? [augh.]
well, she's not expecting it, which is why she drops her book and very nearly drops the cookie, too. there's a pause as she tries to make sense of that, dizzy and disoriented - it doesn't last long, because unfortunately she's accustomed to pain like that, but. not exactly that. that was a lot to process, and already her thoughts are whirling with degradation and a couple of ow, fucks.
she clutches at the couch very tightly, and then:]
-- Was that you? [augh.]


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