[ taair is patient, waiting - he truly does not seem too bothered, and watching him shrink like that... after a long moment, one of those weekly-effect bird wings stretches out, and curls around his back, like a soothing hug, or... at least a little extra comfort. a little safety, maybe, to talk about such awful things. ]
I think Jiaoqiu is quite wise. [ sabotaged is the right word. ] Having to question Miss Samuel's intentions, the volunteers we had leaping in front of the executioner's blade as opposed to the victims... that last hour of debate we all had made me feel rather ill.
[ oh... soft little wing hug... it does its job, chrono sighing and letting some of the tension bleed from the hunch of his shoulders. ]
Me too. It's not the first time I've felt somethin' like this, so I was wonderin' if it was just me being paranoid, but I guess not if a lot of us are feelin' it. Wish it was just me, though.
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I think Jiaoqiu is quite wise. [ sabotaged is the right word. ] Having to question Miss Samuel's intentions, the volunteers we had leaping in front of the executioner's blade as opposed to the victims... that last hour of debate we all had made me feel rather ill.
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Me too. It's not the first time I've felt somethin' like this, so I was wonderin' if it was just me being paranoid, but I guess not if a lot of us are feelin' it. Wish it was just me, though.