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ᴇᴍᴍᴀ ᴄᴜʟʟᴇɴ ([personal profile] gunpoints) wrote in [community profile] cowbabes 2016-10-11 11:13 pm (UTC)

[ emma isn't sure she feels right continuing to push faraday for more of an acknowledgement than that. it's not fine, she can see that much from his posture, his tone, and the general fact of this existence. ]

Fair enough.

[ talking much about these sorts of situations isn't her forte, and she's far likelier to let it lie than continue prodding him — partially to avoid her own line of thoughts about the matter. it's still so surreal to have him effectively living with her ("living"), but ghost that he is, he's still more of a person than she'd otherwise have around her so often.

it's nice, she realizes, to not feel so alone (not that she'll admit that aloud to him).
]

Faraday.

[ she shifts forward, some of the blankets falling from around her shoulders as the room starts to warm. ]

Since I'm now fairly awake—

[ incredibly awake. ]

—might I take you up on that offer to show me those trick shuffles of yours?

[ not so she can actually play poker or indulge of any of his other vices, but it's admittedly fascinating to watch his hands move with the cards.

(and it's also something to keep her busy while it's still the dead of night.)
]

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