[Once things have dispersed and everything settles, Cantarella goes to the beach and simply sits in the sand for a while. She seems almost youthful, sitting not prim and proper but with both of her knees pulled up to her chest. Her chin rests between them as she sits there, eyes closed and statue-still, and listens to the homecalling of the waves.
For once she doesn't quickly shift to straighten herself when someone walks through the sand nearby.]
[She smiles a little. Philosophically, she will never quite get along with Lobelia, but even she can recognize—]
What a match you make. You were talking about interesting flavor pairings the other night that don't please the palate, but here you are with a perfectly complementary one.
w5, post-ending
For once she doesn't quickly shift to straighten herself when someone walks through the sand nearby.]
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no he actually approaches her rather quietly and rather than offer a greeting, he sits down to face the waves and starts to hum a pleasant tune. ]
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[She lifts her head at that, allowing herself to just listen for a long while. Who would interrupt such beautiful music.]
That's lovely. A song you composed yourself?
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[ their music minds. ]
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[She smiles a little. Philosophically, she will never quite get along with Lobelia, but even she can recognize—]
What a match you make. You were talking about interesting flavor pairings the other night that don't please the palate, but here you are with a perfectly complementary one.
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[ ramuda trying to :catrun: away for weeks. ]
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[How else can she describe how long he held onto himself, fading in and out between the static? Well. It's one thing they might have in common.]
Do you feel your energy restored to you?
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[ he lifts his arms and makes a silly gesture, like a bird flapping but not quite. ]
I fiiiiiiiinally got a kiss after three weeks, so yeah! I haven't gone that long without one in liiiiiike, almost my entire lifetime?
[ this is both better and worse than it sounds because clone things. ]