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[personal profile] feistytrader 2017-10-20 06:09 am (UTC)(link)
...I don't know.

[He probably would have kept staring in silence if Liz never said anything. As it stands, he focuses on them, and for a brief moment they flash into completely different outfits and looks, with sharp gold eyes, blue pigtails that defy gravity... But then they flash back again.]

I don't know their names. Even if I did, I'm sure they'd be different.

[His voice is surprisingly quiet, but his hesitance doesn't stop them- or at least Gold- from barreling in with entirely too much energy and eagerness.]

-Hey, excuse me! Yeah you, with the really light hair! Hey ████, how long do you think it took to get her hair like that?

[Crys, on the other hand, looks stern and exasperated, but is otherwise silent... Or silent might not be the best word for it. She's definitely saying something, but it isn't audible to anyone. He doesn't have to fill in all the details, after all. Just the emotions and enough context for it to still be a nightmare.]
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[personal profile] feistytrader 2017-10-23 09:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Right, right! So anyway, do you know any good places to eat around here?

[Silver... Looks like he's about to speak up, but. Nope. He's standing next to Liz like she's worried that she'll disappear and leave him alone with the ambiguous memory people.]

We just moved to Recolle a couple of weeks ago.

[It looks like Crys can chime in too, at least sometimes. She's much more polite and better spoken than Gold.]

Hey Liz, can't we leave?

[It's abrupt and uncharacteristically nervous.]
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[personal profile] feistytrader 2017-10-30 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
[Gold and Crys both look at each other, then look around... Then finally make their way back to Liz with equally puzzled expressions.]

Your friend? What friend are you talking about?

Is someone with you?


[If Elizabeth weren't trying to move him along, Silver may have very well fallen to the ground just then, but as it stands, her presence is what compels him to run like mad, as far away as he can from the center point of this nightmare.]