They don't like being so quiet, but they don't know what else to say for a moment. Their thoughts don't exactly spiral; they've always kind of been there, and it's more like... Mutsumi's words are pulling scenery to the foreground. They tighten their hand around the neck of the guitar and it just feels like a guitar.
"I've never had anything like that. I still don't." Too much? It's probably okay. "Nothing I do ever really feels safe," they say for the second time this month. Great work, Asteria. Carassia. Whoever.
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They don't like being so quiet, but they don't know what else to say for a moment. Their thoughts don't exactly spiral; they've always kind of been there, and it's more like... Mutsumi's words are pulling scenery to the foreground. They tighten their hand around the neck of the guitar and it just feels like a guitar.
"I've never had anything like that. I still don't." Too much? It's probably okay. "Nothing I do ever really feels safe," they say for the second time this month. Great work, Asteria. Carassia. Whoever.