[Event Post: Seeking Snowflake]

[foreverchilled]

::The odd girl once entirely room bound is now quietly exploring the house. She'll open just about any door that isn't locked, and may even take a peek outside, into one of Xi's Cafes. She won't wander too far, though... poking her head out of the cafe is as far as she'll venture... but it's a start, right?::

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[keepersouha.livejournal.com]

*... and then his posture shifts, though more into a thinking position.*

Though, really, isn't that overly assuming?

[foreverchilled.livejournal.com]

I lost my world.

...and a lot of other things...

I don't have to explain myself. Least of all to you.

::Theresa spins on her heel, heading back for Erland's place.::

[keepersouha.livejournal.com]

Oh, really. I just got out, and you're going to leave?

The old bottom really was so harsh, if that's your immediate reaction to us now. No wonder the top could be hurt by your statement.

[foreverchilled.livejournal.com]

It doesn't matter anymore.

[keepersouha.livejournal.com]

*There's an odd laugh. Strikingly relaxed, given how tense he probably was before.* Only because you won't bother to care. Really, the top is pathetic. Spends all of this time wallowing in despair, thinking himself pathetic and undeserving of others, and might only now have a chance at getting back on his feet...

And then you appear while he's trying to enjoy his time, and act like you've seen-- and were talking to the worst monster in the world? Disregarding anything else?

Really, if I was the one out, maybe that would have made sense... I would've almost liked to see how the proxy would've reacted to your presence, too...

But I guess that really does make you the most interesting.

[foreverchilled.livejournal.com]

::Theresa scoffs at Souha, not stopping. She'll head back in and close the door in short order.::

[foreverchilled.livejournal.com]

::Theresa scoffs at Souha, not stopping. She'll head back in and close the door in short order.::

[keepersouha.livejournal.com]

*He just looks on, amusedly. The jerk.

He grabs a notebook that was sitting on the side, and writes something in it, humming all the while...*

[keepersouha.livejournal.com]

*... before blinking, and then staring in abrupt confusion. He looks around, as though wondering where she went to... Before looking down at the notebook he was writing in.

... glower. Before burning the page itself, and going back to his coffee.*