[ vanya doesn't. but as an excuse to kill time, can't figure he'd mind. not so far from the truth, anyway —
anyone out this time of night is hunting privacy. for quiet: the kind you don't dredge from tents slung in a yard and the wheezy sound of sleeping breath. if he shuts his eyes tight enough out here he can pretend silence. what passes for it, the space where that old hum smears into blank, white words. ]
Cedric, [ he offers, a bid for distraction. she's moving fine; she's moving stiff. scared. his steps slow, pace steady. (lunging distance) ] Don't reckon we've met.
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[ vanya doesn't. but as an excuse to kill time, can't figure he'd mind. not so far from the truth, anyway —
anyone out this time of night is hunting privacy. for quiet: the kind you don't dredge from tents slung in a yard and the wheezy sound of sleeping breath. if he shuts his eyes tight enough out here he can pretend silence. what passes for it, the space where that old hum smears into blank, white words. ]
Cedric, [ he offers, a bid for distraction. she's moving fine; she's moving stiff. scared. his steps slow, pace steady. (lunging distance) ] Don't reckon we've met.