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[elias compartmentalizes the gears roza turns in his mind. they slot into place somewhere far away, an echo-dark cavern an invisible hand has forced his head to face. he can squint or shut his eyes all he wants but it's there. those parts are there forever and they don't rust or fall apart. roza looks at him from that place, and his reflection is in her eyes. he can see himself there.

they are alive and past those parts, but the past clings to them the same as a serrated knife lodges itself between muscle and sinew.

he has a terrible time responding to compliments while he's like this. or in general, this is no different.]

yeah well what else am I supposed to do? Tell you no?
That's not gonna work
I've done some stupid shit here too

[ While every single piece of this is like sorting through the drawers of their shared injury, something about that gruffness makes her smile, helplessly. There is a sense of life to it — bitter, yes, like the rind of a ten-dollar orange up in the furthest north, but life — and to him, despite all those efforts to make him more shell than man. ]

You might be right. I am very stubborn, and we only have so many means of derailing one another

[ As seen previously on Voyeur. ]

Wait. What stupid shit did you do?

Edited 2025-11-22 10:06 (UTC)

enough to keep us distracted for a bit

nothing I was trying to make you feel better

[he lies lyingly]

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What
Did
You
Do

[complete 180:]

I'm not letting it slip you signed me up for that Buffy thing

That is so sweet of you 🤍 I think you will have a nice time in lots of different ways

What did you do
I will come over there.

[ And do what? Probably bite him. ]