You're morbid, mister. Even if you twist it with humor, your universe seems snarky.
[ He cracks and joke and then she does. It seems like there's a steady, smooth transition. She keeps herself well-mannered, especially when she's stitching his skin with little resistance. Patching up Booker's bullet wounds came in handy for sewing part of his face back together? Who knew.
He may be sprung on some girl on the moon, but Elizabeth has moments where she just shows that she's doing her best. She's really doing her best. He can scorn under his breath and apologize, but there's important things - like his face - that carry precedence.
She's nearing completion and anticipating this gorgeous, poetic explanation of the view. She's picturing deep oceans, bright lights, maybe even talking about the different terrains but - no. He talks about farts and ass cracks. Elizabeth pulls back once she finishes the end of the stitching. It's a tight job - it'll just need to be cleaned thoroughly. ]
Admittedly, that was one of the most gross things I've ever heard but. Alright, I suppose it does paint a visual... just... not the one I was expecting.
[ Elizabeth upturns her nose when she begins giving one last clean to him before letting both hands settle on her lap. ]
If it's not pretty ... and you don't speak fondly of it, why are you there? Do you have the capability to go elsewhere in your universe?
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[ He cracks and joke and then she does. It seems like there's a steady, smooth transition. She keeps herself well-mannered, especially when she's stitching his skin with little resistance. Patching up Booker's bullet wounds came in handy for sewing part of his face back together? Who knew.
He may be sprung on some girl on the moon, but Elizabeth has moments where she just shows that she's doing her best. She's really doing her best. He can scorn under his breath and apologize, but there's important things - like his face - that carry precedence.
She's nearing completion and anticipating this gorgeous, poetic explanation of the view. She's picturing deep oceans, bright lights, maybe even talking about the different terrains but - no. He talks about farts and ass cracks. Elizabeth pulls back once she finishes the end of the stitching. It's a tight job - it'll just need to be cleaned thoroughly. ]
Admittedly, that was one of the most gross things I've ever heard but. Alright, I suppose it does paint a visual... just... not the one I was expecting.
[ Elizabeth upturns her nose when she begins giving one last clean to him before letting both hands settle on her lap. ]
If it's not pretty ... and you don't speak fondly of it, why are you there? Do you have the capability to go elsewhere in your universe?