03-24-2015, 11:18 PM
[That sucks, Liz! I hope you can find a fix soon. Cats, man. Menaces since forever. 
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"Only as much as they, " the ghosts, the spirits, Kiara's expression is at once thoughtful and considering; names meant something, after all, to name a thing is to give it purpose; to give it meaning; carefully groomed eyebrows arching as she speaks, "think they do. If they died in there and that's the only reality they know or choose to acknowledge, going beyond it might be something they aren't capable of processing."
She leans back; breathes out in a controlled manner that speaks of the weightiness of their discussion. Looks at Kalen; that trace of a smile flitting there still, teasing the edge of her mouth.
"I saw a picture or two while I was looking things up." A beat. "He was cute." Was. Deliberate, that. Of course. Then, a little gentler: "Caution's good. He might not be the same kind of monster but - " But, her eyes speak the unspoken. Kiara slides off the bench; stretches in a rattle of silver and who knew what else she was adorned in.
"Who knows, one of these days, we might even get to hang out, all of us, when it's not about death or ghosts."
]"Only as much as they, " the ghosts, the spirits, Kiara's expression is at once thoughtful and considering; names meant something, after all, to name a thing is to give it purpose; to give it meaning; carefully groomed eyebrows arching as she speaks, "think they do. If they died in there and that's the only reality they know or choose to acknowledge, going beyond it might be something they aren't capable of processing."
She leans back; breathes out in a controlled manner that speaks of the weightiness of their discussion. Looks at Kalen; that trace of a smile flitting there still, teasing the edge of her mouth.
"I saw a picture or two while I was looking things up." A beat. "He was cute." Was. Deliberate, that. Of course. Then, a little gentler: "Caution's good. He might not be the same kind of monster but - " But, her eyes speak the unspoken. Kiara slides off the bench; stretches in a rattle of silver and who knew what else she was adorned in.
"Who knows, one of these days, we might even get to hang out, all of us, when it's not about death or ghosts."