[ Her laugh isn't all that loud. But he so rarely hears it at this pitch, unfettered as it is in the dark of the building. Warmth blooms in his chest, threatening to make it to his face. It's startling in its intensity and he's glad for the relative darkness they're sitting in.
Still, he can't help the little smile he gives her in return, her laughter infectious and her comment amusing. ]
Cut it any way you like, Inej, but Ketterdam would consider us charity cases.
[ But it's altogether given up on the people who live in the Barrel. Well, not live. More like scrape by, mostly.
He cuts a quick glance out the window, though his tone is wistful despite his alertness. ]
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Date: 2021-01-25 02:15 pm (UTC)Still, he can't help the little smile he gives her in return, her laughter infectious and her comment amusing. ]
Cut it any way you like, Inej, but Ketterdam would consider us charity cases.
[ But it's altogether given up on the people who live in the Barrel. Well, not live. More like scrape by, mostly.
He cuts a quick glance out the window, though his tone is wistful despite his alertness. ]
One day it won't. Come on then, we're clear.