[once she settles across from him -- always quiet, he attributes a ghostliness to her -- the pencil is set down. it would be impolite for him to continue now that she's joined him. he reaches for his teacup, but doesn't pick it up yet, only braces a finger against the handle.]
Seen. Took a hearty bite out of my right arm.
[and yet he's not bothered by it, more interested. he takes a sip of the tea, is dissatisfied with its taste, but doesn't show it. there aren't many fine things here.]
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Seen. Took a hearty bite out of my right arm.
[and yet he's not bothered by it, more interested. he takes a sip of the tea, is dissatisfied with its taste, but doesn't show it. there aren't many fine things here.]
Are you doing well?