[She quirks a smile when he laughs, feeling pretty pleased with herself. Takes the morphing of his solemn features into amusement on her behalf as a win-- even if it comes apart again in the next moment, and he answers her question in the kind of sepulchral tone that wouldn't have gone amiss on the Ninth.
She sets her spoon down in her almost-empty bowl the moment he starts banging on about building a life supporting crypt of all things. Stares at him with open incredulity for what seems like the longest moment, before letting out an explosive groan and dropping her head into her waiting hands, fingers clutching at her shock of ginger hair.]
Why do I always end up hanging around with morbid assholes obsessed with tombs?? No offence.
[She announces with melodramatic flare, before raising her golden eyes to meet his.]
Remind me not to introduce you to Harrow. If she ever sees you taking a grave nap she'll probably fall wildly in love with you, and I already have one corpse girlfriend to contend with. My sweet and fragile heart can't take it.
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She sets her spoon down in her almost-empty bowl the moment he starts banging on about building a life supporting crypt of all things. Stares at him with open incredulity for what seems like the longest moment, before letting out an explosive groan and dropping her head into her waiting hands, fingers clutching at her shock of ginger hair.]
Why do I always end up hanging around with morbid assholes obsessed with tombs?? No offence.
[She announces with melodramatic flare, before raising her golden eyes to meet his.]
Remind me not to introduce you to Harrow. If she ever sees you taking a grave nap she'll probably fall wildly in love with you, and I already have one corpse girlfriend to contend with. My sweet and fragile heart can't take it.