( a lonely tree, storybook settlement just beyond and max watches the jar tumble down the uneven ground and it doesn't help to make this feel less like a dream, one dull plink turning to another.
his tone reminds her, somewhat strangely, of ms keely — a particular inflection of something not-quite reprimand and not-quite sincerity wrapped up in a placating lull, though if only she knew how this pang of recognition was misplaced.
— this level of ridiculousness amidst a fantastical world she isn't even convinced is real is sharply juxtaposed against this weirdly normal interaction of interrupting some strange grown-up's jar collection. actually, scratch that. none of this was super normal. )
Yeah, alright. Fine. ( in other circumstances, she wouldn't have entertained it much. but it's with a short sigh that she leverages herself up to track after it. fair enough, she guessed.
she sidles around the tree on the way back, extending the container out towards him at arms length, glass catching the light and tries not to look to curious. )
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his tone reminds her, somewhat strangely, of ms keely — a particular inflection of something not-quite reprimand and not-quite sincerity wrapped up in a placating lull, though if only she knew how this pang of recognition was misplaced.
— this level of ridiculousness amidst a fantastical world she isn't even convinced is real is sharply juxtaposed against this weirdly normal interaction of interrupting some strange grown-up's jar collection. actually, scratch that. none of this was super normal. )
Yeah, alright. Fine. ( in other circumstances, she wouldn't have entertained it much. but it's with a short sigh that she leverages herself up to track after it. fair enough, she guessed.
she sidles around the tree on the way back, extending the container out towards him at arms length, glass catching the light and tries not to look to curious. )