[ Her mouth opens in that wash of understanding, falling across her. Shuts it afterwards, adjusting to the softer feeling than some of the more harsh images she'd felt of late. Her head bowing - she never apologises when she intends fully the meaning of what she says, but in mistake, she bows her head. ]
My sense of humour is... quite, unfortunate at times.
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My sense of humour is... quite, unfortunate at times.
[ Morbid, might be the word for it. ]