[ it's a silent, uneventful twelve minutes of walking, and as used as law is to silence after punk hazard, it's frustrating, to have to keep in all the questions he really, really wants answers to.
he simply cocks his eyebrow at the mention of tomatoes and cabbage — hah, cabbage, he feels a flash of irritation just thinking of the guy. pushing the feeling away, he files "xayah" and "gardening" under the ever-growing list of things to ask about later, for now content to follow, not letting his guard down even though it seems like they've made it to safer territory. ]
Not more than an hour, [ he says in response, not having exactly counted but certain that it can't have been long. ]
I did, but that was useless. The text kept jumping around, and parts were completely illegible. [ a sigh. ] I take it that's not how it's supposed to be.
no subject
he simply cocks his eyebrow at the mention of tomatoes and cabbage — hah, cabbage, he feels a flash of irritation just thinking of the guy. pushing the feeling away, he files "xayah" and "gardening" under the ever-growing list of things to ask about later, for now content to follow, not letting his guard down even though it seems like they've made it to safer territory. ]
Not more than an hour, [ he says in response, not having exactly counted but certain that it can't have been long. ]
I did, but that was useless. The text kept jumping around, and parts were completely illegible. [ a sigh. ] I take it that's not how it's supposed to be.