[The remark is so idle that she isn't even really looking at anyone when she says it—she wraps up a scribble in her sketchbook, she doesn't even look up right away. That voice, though—she pauses, there. Why does that sound...?
Mary looks up. There is something odd in her face, something that is only nearly recognition. She only knew Takane, this shape, for a moment, after all. But that something is shifting, then settling; eyes gone a little wider, mouth hanging open, just so. It can't be. Even here. Even among impossibility, this is too much.
She stares for longer than is entirely appropriate, but not so long that the silence needs to be filled. Mary takes care of that herself, though quietly, carefully, as though she will say the wrong thing and it will break the spell.]
if i die here im taking your ass down w me js
Mary looks up. There is something odd in her face, something that is only nearly recognition. She only knew Takane, this shape, for a moment, after all. But that something is shifting, then settling; eyes gone a little wider, mouth hanging open, just so. It can't be. Even here. Even among impossibility, this is too much.
She stares for longer than is entirely appropriate, but not so long that the silence needs to be filled. Mary takes care of that herself, though quietly, carefully, as though she will say the wrong thing and it will break the spell.]
E...ne...?