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Post by Mitchell Carr on Dec 19, 2021 19:35:16 GMT -8
Wait- what?
Content smile faded Mitchell blinked like a deer in the headlights. He searched through the bits and pieces of their interactions, trying to remember when he had said something callous or lost his cool; coming up short on the moment in time when the Zephyr Dancer had indeed walked in Arcadia and had been less than gentle in a vulnerable moment.
The question died on his lips, mind needling with the potential to split if he engaged, right when they were about to Dive.
Later- Later. Please, remember.
"We'll need to talk about that, when I can-" he didn't really know what to say—think straight? "Uh," he chuckled, dying a little inside with the Unknown looming over him, "Did you want to get back to the party, or...?"
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Hua Yuan
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Presence 2 - Nostalgic; SL 1 - Flawless
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Post by Hua Yuan on Dec 19, 2021 20:17:32 GMT -8
Something was wrong. Something he had said had come off wrong. He searched for clues and cues for context. He needed to identify what had happened to have any hope to make things better.
His own question was stillborn. What would had even said? Talk to me. What’s wrong? How can I help?
The world didn’t revolve around him, however. Yuan was starting to learn that other people’s sadness wasn’t automatically his responsibility. So he simply nodded.
“Sure. We can go back. The others should be about ready to leave.”
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