[WEEK 3, THURSDAY MORNING: Keith]

[spinatalltale]

[she comes across him by complete accident while they're both outside, on the beach, and just. watches him stumble about, face pale and brow covered in sweat, before she finally speaks up]

I thought losing limbs was supposed to be a foolproof cure for the stupids.

[she's pleasant??]

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[spinatalltale]

[she can be helpful when she wants to be. which is, like. once in a blue moon?]

Oho, so that fire in you is still burning. It would've been a shame had it gone out.

But do you have something with which to temper yourself, so you don't accidentally fizzle into cinders?

[she knows it's not always a good thing, but hey. she's pleased to see the determination nevertheless]

[alienated]

[The blue moon has blessed him today, because he's glancing back at her with the tiniest bit of awe. He's too honest not to let it show.]

I do.

[He closes his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath — and then he just kind of. Grips his right shoulder, gently enough not to upset what's left of his arm. It's ~symbolic~.]

Someone important once told me "patience yields focus." It's good advice, I think.

[spinatalltale]

. . .

They sound a little boring.

[MAGILOU???]

But hey, if that's what floats your goat, then go for it.

[that's not the saying]

[alienated]

He's not. [MAGILOU, STOP DOING THIS.] How would you know if you haven't met him?

[keith, five seconds ago: ready 2 cry

keith, now: ready 2 fight]

Ugh— Never mind! It doesn't matter. You asked.

[spinatalltale]

[her grin turns sharp and knowing]

Sure, sure. And I did ask. Your answer is acceptable, although it isn't like you need my approval in the first place, right?