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[finewithhalf]

If you're looking for me, I'm out. Drop me a message, and I'll get back to you when I feel like it.

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[catchacold]

It ain't easy, being with someone who's broken.

What's he like?

[finewithhalf]

He's a guy.

[Oh, did Leonard want descriptors? That might require additional prodding.]

[catchacold]

Yeah, you said.

[Teenagers...]

What's special about him?

[finewithhalf]

He likes to make stuff. Like...

[She unfolds herself and slides off her bed, grabbing a handmade doll from her dresser. She delivers it to Leonard, eyes soft and wide.]

Like this.

[catchacold]

[He's careful when he holds the doll, but even more careful with the softness he sees in her eyes.]

That's not half-bad. Pretty special. He made that for you?

[finewithhalf]

[She nods, and the corners of her mouth twitch.]

Pretty silly, right? Big guy like that, sitting around with some needles and yarn...

[catchacold]

Fun image.

[But he's not about to knock it.]

So you're both creative types. You gonna team up?

[finewithhalf]

[He'd better not. Making fun of Kanji is something only Maya's allowed to do.]

I dunno. I mean, if one of us asks, the other's probably gonna be there for it.

[catchacold]

So turn this mansion into something artful. I'm ready.

[finewithhalf]

Maybe if it'd stop eating all my murals, I'd be able to get some headway.

[HUFF, MAGIC. HUFF.]

[catchacold]

Hm.

Maybe if you made your own walls.

[finewithhalf]

That sounds like a lotta work.