[In that warmed darkness with her chin propped on her long hand, Fitcher watches him for just the narrowest moment—not the study of dissection or some measuring pause, just looking. Click, click, goes the scratching pad of little feet elsewhere in the room.
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Date: 2022-03-13 10:40 pm (UTC)Well, then. If they're being candid:]
It's Serafine.