[ a rueful headshake. he's had enough of his share of migraines, that's for sure. ]
That won't do, not by itself. Are you good enough to cover for me? Wall off the both of us from the outside.
[ then again, the idea of one mind successfully barricading at least twenty or so other minds from mental trespass... like attacking a hurricane with scraps of paper. then again, misato was habituated in the art of fighting hurricanes with scraps of paper and winning against all odds. skepticism was an emotion he reserved for other people, after all.
gloves first, then boots, then kaji makes good work on his outermost robes, unhurried in the manner of someone getting ready for a whole sunday of doing nothing. ]
How does this work, anyway? [ the ultimate rhetorical question, muttered to no one in particular. he smiles down the mess she's made of her things. at least, his mouth did. they had company the last time he'd been with her like this, but the lines separating us and them had been clearly demarcated. now he feels as though he is inviting them into his bed; cathaway's gaunt knuckles, her sleeted eyes peering at him from a shroud of darkness. ] I guess the days of privacy are long behind us. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I miss Section Two.
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That won't do, not by itself. Are you good enough to cover for me? Wall off the both of us from the outside.
[ then again, the idea of one mind successfully barricading at least twenty or so other minds from mental trespass... like attacking a hurricane with scraps of paper. then again, misato was habituated in the art of fighting hurricanes with scraps of paper and winning against all odds. skepticism was an emotion he reserved for other people, after all.
gloves first, then boots, then kaji makes good work on his outermost robes, unhurried in the manner of someone getting ready for a whole sunday of doing nothing. ]
How does this work, anyway? [ the ultimate rhetorical question, muttered to no one in particular. he smiles down the mess she's made of her things. at least, his mouth did. they had company the last time he'd been with her like this, but the lines separating us and them had been clearly demarcated. now he feels as though he is inviting them into his bed; cathaway's gaunt knuckles, her sleeted eyes peering at him from a shroud of darkness. ] I guess the days of privacy are long behind us. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I miss Section Two.