ext_119307 ([identity profile] tezcatl-ipoca.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] estdeus_innobis 2013-06-29 11:30 pm (UTC)

"Do you want me to?"

"I don't know." I tilt my head a bit. "Maybe one day?" I can see her fists all clenched, and hear that she's breathing strangely. It makes me curious, mostly.

"Um. Where you keepin' the picture? I mean, where are you these days? Do you have a job? How long've you been back?"

I laugh a bit, because that's a lot of questions. "Where I used to live, in the old tenement building. I don't have a job. And - " I try to work it out, but I still have difficulty with time, sometimes. "I don't know. Weeks. Months." I think of what she might like to know: "I stayed with Valmont at first. At the inn." My chest twinges a bit, which annoys me.

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