What, you think they're going to attack us with utensils?
[Maya's shadow reaches out then. Her hand touches his gauntlet for a fleeting moment before it goes through his arm entirely. He glances down at the intangible contact with an arched eyebrow.]
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At least it's not on fire this time.
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[hang on]
Wait - what do you mean this time?!
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[Back when they were . . . married.]
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[ah. right.]
Oh, that. Sorry, that was months ago for me.
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[...]
Maybe don't answer that. But also, like, are you okay?
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[And there goes the last of his burger. He continues to ignore Maya.]
How's the soup?
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[he takes another bite, following that lead and ignoring otome and caleb.]
It's fine.
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[What's light for him is heavy for a sensitive soul like Rupert's.]
What do you suppose they'll do once we finish? Get up and go?
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[his paranoia]
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[Maya's shadow reaches out then. Her hand touches his gauntlet for a fleeting moment before it goes through his arm entirely. He glances down at the intangible contact with an arched eyebrow.]
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[watching this happen...]
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I'm not saying you should. Let's finish that soup and get out of here.