[ promise, she says. he nearly snorts, but tampers it down in the weird funk he's found himself in. the chair makes little screeching noises against the floor as he tucks his legs up higher, nearly grimacing at the silence that follows as he churns that around in his head before turning his phone back around. ]
sure i guess if thats what you wanna do
[ it's not a 'no', which is a significant improvement. he'd rather not stew on those thoughts for longer than necessary, so he hurries to skip to something besides his lack of familiar faces. ]
no subject
sure i guess
if thats what you wanna do
[ it's not a 'no', which is a significant improvement. he'd rather not stew on those thoughts for longer than necessary, so he hurries to skip to something besides his lack of familiar faces. ]
so what clan shit or whatever are you in anyway