[ 61st consult | voice ]

[dr_conscience]

I have to admit, the timing on this type of day coming around almost makes too much sense for the City. It's even almost comforting, given how regularly these occur... though, it might be too much to hope for that this beginning of a return to... well, I'll never be able to call it normalcy, but perhaps... more routine impossibilities?

Oh-- if you've just arrived, try not to take it personally if some of the populace is a bit... well, short with you. You could say it's been a long week.


[ooc: He's s3, but has some vague and ominous knowledge of his future. He can forget anything he needs to. <3 No duplicates plz! k ilu]

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[hallucinamber.livejournal.com]

Of course.

[It should go without saying that she'd get them in in sweatpants and wifebeaters if she had to, but that's really not her style.]

That, and I've always thought you looked handsome in dark grey.

[Smug, she lays claim on his hand, escorting him into the light evening.]

[dr_conscience]

[He smiles softly, glancing at her as she talks with a familiarity he can't replicate. He tries not to think too hard about all the implications that come with her presence; that she's someone he'll have and lose, which is more foreknowledge than anyone should ever have. It makes him cautious in conversation, not wanting to ask the wrong thing and learn something he'll wish he hadn't.]

Well, I'll just have to keep that in mind for the next time this comes around.

[hallucinamber.livejournal.com]

[He's always cautious, to a degree, there's that way about him of always wanting to say the right thing, to please her. If anything, cautiousness on his own behalf should be applauded.]

It's all right, you know. I'm not going to let you break anything on accident, just don't be afraid to talk to me. I spend so long watching, and this is all the time I get to participate. I don't want to be reticent about it.

[dr_conscience]

[It's an impressive defense that's started developing, as each improbability-to-impossibility has weighed on him. The standard caution is there, too, of course; that constant drive to adjust his responses, demeanor and behavior to suit different situations and people.]

It's just... [He pauses to think through his words, expelling a huff of breath into the air.] It's difficult to reconcile everything. Being here at all, everything that's happened here, and then you.

[He shakes his head slightly, lowering his head with the motion as he puts his free hand into a jacket pocket.]

I'm not even supposed to know you yet, and somehow I've already lost you.