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Fortunato Medeiros ([personal profile] prayercycles) wrote2018-07-04 11:51 pm
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ic inbox (mask or menace)

[ The default answering machine message plays. ]
fauxmarth: (wow glass is edible now?)

[personal profile] fauxmarth 2019-01-20 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
Hmm...

[she shifts in place, folding her arms. what was confusing?

well, much of the imagery. an emaciated man nailed to wood is...quite a morbid thing to have on display everywhere, isn't it? especially amid all the flowers and lights and happy songs.

but more than that...]


Well, there was mention of eating someone, wasn't there? [her eyes wince. she realizes, speaking it aloud, it sounds absurd to even assume.] Or did I mix that up with other talk?
fauxmarth: (:TTTT)

[personal profile] fauxmarth 2019-01-21 06:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[not a bad thing...um. well?? it. it's hard to say. she doesn't have the context! but she'd like to imagine since there were a whole lot of people partaking, then...it's...fine??? maybe?

she scratches sheepishly at her cheek as he fishes out said context, pursing her lips together to keep thoughts to herself.]
fauxmarth: (BUT NOT THAT WAY!!!)

[personal profile] fauxmarth 2019-01-23 12:17 am (UTC)(link)
Oh-- goodness... [she's a split-second too late to hide a sudden grimace. this is not unlike accidentally expressing interest in a subject Laurent was researching...only to find herself up to her knees in tomes as a response!

gods, the lettering is so tiny, too...but this...matters a great deal to him, right?]


I'll...I'll take this home and peruse it then, huh? From what page to what, now...? [please don't say cover to cover, she's only so generous.]
fauxmarth: (casually becomes ur crush)

[personal profile] fauxmarth 2019-01-23 07:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh! Ha! Whew! I was worried I was in for a lot of reading! [she laughs, relieved, but cuts that out after a breath, reaching over and putting a hand on Fortunato's shoulder.]

Listen. This is something important to you, isn't it? Even if I don't fully get it, it'll be my pleasure to try and learn a little. That's what friends do.

Now-- [she walks around the foot of the bed and plops down on the middle, crossing her legs with the book in her lap, beaming over her shoulder at him.]

Come over here and tutor me a bit! It won't be much trouble, right?