[ she says, unconcerned with exactly how bad that joke, of all things, is. Marco's observation merits a small shrug from Annie, and no evidence of her being apologetic for that particular truth. people are twitchy around her. she doesn't precisely try to make it worse. most the time. ]
Twitchier. Either way, I'm glad we agree you make a better front man.
I've been friends with Jean for a while. You get used to smoothing over sharp edges, and it pays off in the public speaking department.
[ jean being jean. marco loves him, he does, but he is still jean and all that encompasses.
he finishes up adding in the sources, sending that back to her to look over. he taps his fingers, opening up a browser window, and a little notification makes him make a noise of consideration. ]
You'll at least have fun camping. Supposed to be clear visibility for the full moon.
[ she lifts an eyebrow at that, all things considered, her small smile fading. ]
Which means reduced visibility of the milky way. I'll be in the forests. They're not known for conveniently placed meadows to go full moon gazing in. Besides, why would I do that on my own at night?
[ she's not looking his way anymore, though she certainly does go out those nights. it's a freedom and a sirens call both at once, moonlight silvering golden fur. ]
[ he seems a little surprised at her change in tone, but he arches his own eyebrow. ]
I just meant you won't have any trouble seeing at night. The full moon at night is practically like a little sun, especially with no city lights around.
[ he may have tread onto a delicate subject here, he notes. ]
Anyway, I'll be looking at the full moon. It's always fun to spot it.
If you don't make yourself night blind, you shouldn't have too much trouble on most nights.
[ Though all this is more of a quiet statement than anything else, she taps on her tablet, then folds it down onto the keyboard. ]
It'll be rising earlier at night, anyway. Shouldn't be too hard to see it once it clears the horizon.
[ she'd actually prefer to stare at the milky way. in some ways, the fact she's often preoccupied by natural compulsions around the full moon makes her preferences for the new moon understandable, but also: the milky way is stunning. she likes having something so immeasurably vast to prove her own insignificance. she can find her own meanings and know she's not out there, making any fucked up impact on the world.
as you do. ]
I should be heading out. If there's anything else you remember or need, send me an email. I'll have my phone with me this weekend, too, but no promises for what connectivity there is up in the mountains.
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[ she says, unconcerned with exactly how bad that joke, of all things, is. Marco's observation merits a small shrug from Annie, and no evidence of her being apologetic for that particular truth. people are twitchy around her. she doesn't precisely try to make it worse. most the time. ]
Twitchier. Either way, I'm glad we agree you make a better front man.
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[ jean being jean. marco loves him, he does, but he is still jean and all that encompasses.
he finishes up adding in the sources, sending that back to her to look over. he taps his fingers, opening up a browser window, and a little notification makes him make a noise of consideration. ]
You'll at least have fun camping. Supposed to be clear visibility for the full moon.
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Which means reduced visibility of the milky way. I'll be in the forests. They're not known for conveniently placed meadows to go full moon gazing in. Besides, why would I do that on my own at night?
[ she's not looking his way anymore, though she certainly does go out those nights. it's a freedom and a sirens call both at once, moonlight silvering golden fur. ]
What kind of girl do you think I am?
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I just meant you won't have any trouble seeing at night. The full moon at night is practically like a little sun, especially with no city lights around.
[ he may have tread onto a delicate subject here, he notes. ]
Anyway, I'll be looking at the full moon. It's always fun to spot it.
no subject
[ Though all this is more of a quiet statement than anything else, she taps on her tablet, then folds it down onto the keyboard. ]
It'll be rising earlier at night, anyway. Shouldn't be too hard to see it once it clears the horizon.
[ she'd actually prefer to stare at the milky way. in some ways, the fact she's often preoccupied by natural compulsions around the full moon makes her preferences for the new moon understandable, but also: the milky way is stunning. she likes having something so immeasurably vast to prove her own insignificance. she can find her own meanings and know she's not out there, making any fucked up impact on the world.
as you do. ]
I should be heading out. If there's anything else you remember or need, send me an email. I'll have my phone with me this weekend, too, but no promises for what connectivity there is up in the mountains.