[But in spite of himself, Salvio has leaned forward by one small jot. It cannot be helped. It is a natural reaction, when someone leans in conspiratorially toward you to impart a secret. Even if that someone is a disembodied skull in a jar.]
[The blanket he was clutching has been lost from his hands now, and it would not be right to snatch it up again. Much as he wants to. Salvio looks around with great urgency, but there are no others who seem to be listening to this-- this-- whatever this is.]
[Salvio rubs a hand over his face. Then he pushes a hand through his hair. His fingers are trembling, a little.]
There has been some mistake, is what I mean. Surely there has been some mistake. A-- A, an incident in the past that you have confused--or, well, not confused, but-- Not to place blame, or-- but you are confused. Surely. Pleased. [Wait, no--] Er, please. That is. Please.
Edited (turns my mistake into an ic mistake) Date: 2019-09-15 04:55 am (UTC)
[Wallowing only a moment, Salvio pushes his thumbs into his eyes and rubs them. The sensation of squashing his eyeballs is pleasantly painful. Then he sits up.]
In any case, now that we have... [??] solved this mystery. Of how you came to be here. Is there somewhere, I might, um-- take you?
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Date: 2019-09-08 03:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-09-09 05:55 am (UTC)[--is his automatic response. He winces slightly at himself.]
I mean-- well, I did mean it. Do, mean it. It is what I believe.
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Date: 2019-09-11 04:36 am (UTC)[ He looks left, looks right, tips in his jar as if leaning conspiratorially. ]
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Date: 2019-09-13 01:16 am (UTC)[But in spite of himself, Salvio has leaned forward by one small jot. It cannot be helped. It is a natural reaction, when someone leans in conspiratorially toward you to impart a secret. Even if that someone is a disembodied skull in a jar.]
Whoever you are going to say, cannot be--
[By the Maker.]
Who?
somewhere, a headless corpse's pants are on fire
Date: 2019-09-13 01:34 am (UTC)at least we know which body belongs to skull now
Date: 2019-09-13 03:50 am (UTC)W-What?
and someone none the wiser is very confused
Date: 2019-09-13 06:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-09-13 07:37 pm (UTC)[The blanket he was clutching has been lost from his hands now, and it would not be right to snatch it up again. Much as he wants to. Salvio looks around with great urgency, but there are no others who seem to be listening to this-- this-- whatever this is.]
You are mistaken. Please.
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Date: 2019-09-13 08:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-09-15 04:54 am (UTC)[Salvio rubs a hand over his face. Then he pushes a hand through his hair. His fingers are trembling, a little.]
There has been some mistake, is what I mean. Surely there has been some mistake. A-- A, an incident in the past that you have confused--or, well, not confused, but-- Not to place blame, or-- but you are confused. Surely. Pleased. [Wait, no--] Er, please. That is. Please.
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Date: 2019-09-15 07:25 pm (UTC)[ The skull tilts, almost cutely. ]
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Date: 2019-09-19 05:27 pm (UTC)[He puts his head in his hands. It does not help or--do anything, really. Muffled:]
How does this happen? To me?
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Date: 2019-09-21 03:45 am (UTC)[ aka easy to needle ]
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Date: 2019-09-22 10:27 pm (UTC)Please.
[Wallowing only a moment, Salvio pushes his thumbs into his eyes and rubs them. The sensation of squashing his eyeballs is pleasantly painful. Then he sits up.]
In any case, now that we have... [??] solved this mystery. Of how you came to be here. Is there somewhere, I might, um-- take you?
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Date: 2019-09-23 01:02 am (UTC)