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This Is Kanaya Maryams Livejournal
Or It Was But Then It Transformed Into A Dreamwidth When I Wasnt Looking
Im Still Not Entirely Clear On How That Happened

I Have Taken The Courtesy Of Not Speaking In My Blood Color Or The Standard Font To Display Cultural Sensitivity
Though If You Want To Converse In The Fashion To Which I Am Most Accustomed That Would Be Fine
If You Would Like Me Not To Represent My Enunciation Textually That Would Also Be Acceptable Though I Would Prefer Not To All Things Being Equal
It Causes Me Moderate Strain

Anonymous Commenting Is Enabled For The Use Of Anyone Unable To Register An Account Here

They Arent Screened Because That Would Be Somewhat Troublesome For Actually Conducting Conversations With Anonymous Browsers
But The Logging Of Addresses Following The Four-Point Specifications Of This Grubnet Is Off As Well
So I Hope You Are At Comfort

My Profile Contains The Means Of Connecting To Trollian With Me If Desired
Thats All

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[Kanaya approaches the whole affair about as seriously as a high-level game of Troll Dance Dance Revolution, though fortunately not as vigorously: It's as if she expects that a certain set of inputs will give her a certain score, and she looks slightly disappointed and uncomfortable when it doesn't. Within sixty seconds she begins to awkwardly taper off.]

[honkalypse]

[He notices her discomfort and stops trying to respond, giving her a lost look. Kind of like a puppy "what did I do?" look.

After a few moments he finally speaks up.]

Sis?

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[She's already gone back to her book, meaning that hearing herself being called makes her eyes flick up from it towards him.]

Yes?

[honkalypse]

Got a face all up on you that's not kicking good feels.

[He's concerned, okay.]

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[Sh-sh-she's not sad. Look. She will scootch closer. That will make her feel better.]

Maybe not. I'm all up in--[Exasperated sigh.]

[honkalypse]

[He's got some wicked confusion kicking in his pan.

but.

But, scooting closer is a thing. A nice thing even. Maybe.]

Just be letting the bad up and get some oozing on all out of your pan. Can't be all getting your graspers up wound in it all tight like.

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[She exhales deeply, but her hands curl into fists without her noticing.] Gras... pers. Understood.

[Very little oozing is actually going on.]

[honkalypse]

Shhh, get some relaxing on. Kick that tight right up and out all of you.

[And then he reaches over and tries to rub at her hand--an awkward, clueless attempt to massage the tension out.

Probably all but useless, but it's the thought that counts, right? Right?]

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There's not much kicking I can do when I only have one pair of shoes.

[She whimpers to herself a little bit, but her hand curls under his in a way that sloppily mimics what actual pacification is like, and though her reaction is visually somewhat exaggerated for effect... relaxing. Right.]

[honkalypse]

[He laughs a little and settles down again. The exaggerated relaxation is apparently enough to soothe his worries.]

That's the way it's all being. Got some better feelings up in you now, sis.

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Better feelings-- [Dollhive moirails. How's the next part supposed to go? She's reading from a script. But it's not from her pumpbiscuit at all, and she can't bring herself to say the lines quite right either.]

Yes, it's just so much better when it's like this. You and I. Being friends.

[honkalypse]

[He both completely misses the woodenness and feels it himself. It's good. It's nice. But it's not good. It's starting to creep up out of the bottom of his pan that there's just something... dead. Cold. Fakey fake.

He ignores it because it still feels good. Just not good. And just good is good enough, isn't it?]

Being up the best sis and bro what ever there was being.

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[Hr lips definitely twitch in a momentary grimace before that's deliberately repressed and replaced with a closed-mouth smile. To cover she silently raises her fist, in a bunp-seeking fashion.]

[honkalypse]

[He bunps back easily, looking pleased and contented at the gesture. If he notices the grimace (he does, but it's filed away, back behind the fog. He was seeing things, maybe. Really.) he doesn't react to it outwardly.]