Hey, losers, I'm probably out doing something amazing, so leave a message, and I'll try to get back to you. Or just think really loudly at me. I'll hear it. BEEP.
[That's, uh... Hmm. There's a lot to unpack here. Her body language, what she's saying, what she's not saying...
What did you do this time, Quire??
He looks at the key in her hand and back up to her face.]
Right. So let me get this straight. There's a treehouse somewhere in the forest that you've been living in and maintaining and upgrading for some unspecified but seemingly significant amount of time... but supposedly this thing is mine. Because I apparently built it. Even though I don't remember doing so. Do I have that right?
[with her free hand, she shapes it like her trusty pistol and presses the index and middle to the side of her temple. jinx "pulls the trigger", and mouths the sound effects of a gunshot, however chuckles and smiles just to indicate she isn't doing so out of morbid sort of way.]
Headshot and a bullseye, mister! — The place was originally yours, and I used to stop by a few times.
[as to why she did so, jinx will keep her silence for as long as she can about it, and she may be stretching the truth just a little. it wasn't just his, but it was theirs. but he might need it more than her right? although given his reaction so far, she wonders if he feels she is just some kooky girl, or she's trying to lure him some weird trap. jinx wouldn't blame him for thinking either of these possibilities.]
It's got pretty sweet digs, and besides, you've got to be tired of puking your guts out over the love birds every night. Unless that doesn't bother you, I can hardly stand an hour with how cutesy they get.
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What did you do this time, Quire??
He looks at the key in her hand and back up to her face.]
Right. So let me get this straight. There's a treehouse somewhere in the forest that you've been living in and maintaining and upgrading for some unspecified but seemingly significant amount of time... but supposedly this thing is mine. Because I apparently built it. Even though I don't remember doing so. Do I have that right?
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Headshot and a bullseye, mister! — The place was originally yours, and I used to stop by a few times.
[as to why she did so, jinx will keep her silence for as long as she can about it, and she may be stretching the truth just a little. it wasn't just his, but it was theirs. but he might need it more than her right? although given his reaction so far, she wonders if he feels she is just some kooky girl, or she's trying to lure him some weird trap. jinx wouldn't blame him for thinking either of these possibilities.]
It's got pretty sweet digs, and besides, you've got to be tired of puking your guts out over the love birds every night. Unless that doesn't bother you, I can hardly stand an hour with how cutesy they get.