Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
Hadama's face fluttered past, then Remi's, and Ronin too. She had friends, but perhaps not the chance to crash on their couches. "Maybe. I may just stay at an inn until I find something more permanent, though. Gives me incentive to work quickly." Another lopsided smile was interrupted by a second yawn. There was no stifling that one. Getting tired of my own words
"Mh, in a moment. I'm enjoying this a bit too much to break it up too soon. Just saying, if I yawn in your face it isn't personal." Boredom would never be an issue, Maea liked dissecting logic almost as much as Liz. "Can I ask what got you into this line of work? It seems a weighty one... is it difficult to maintain distance with your clients?" Deeply personal confidences would be shared in conversation like this. Maea knew from experience that she would struggle with getting too invested, trying to do too much without being asked.
Sing to me, cause I can't hear myself
through the loudness of my own hurts
through the loudness of my own hurts
base inspired by Odd <3
