[ Clay pulls away infinitesimally, quickly at her rebuttal. She wasn’t the only one surprised by the ferocity; his eyes glaze with concern for a moment when he picks up something in that emotive of a response. Before he can do more than readjust, she elaborates and sends the conversation back his way. ]
Mmhm. [ His thoughts are still reeling, trying to see if he’s being hyper aware and attempting to elicit meaning where none might be. All the same, the way she says “height of popularity” makes him file away a note to see when that was. Cadence is like a Rubik’s cube he keeps turning and turning, but she won’t line up. ]
It’s hard to find something unique after a certain amount of exposure to the same shit, I’ll give you that.
[ The response has a certain thought in his mind, but he’s not sure if he wants her to pick up on it. This seems to just be his running theme with this evening. ]
no subject
Mmhm. [ His thoughts are still reeling, trying to see if he’s being hyper aware and attempting to elicit meaning where none might be. All the same, the way she says “height of popularity” makes him file away a note to see when that was. Cadence is like a Rubik’s cube he keeps turning and turning, but she won’t line up. ]
It’s hard to find something unique after a certain amount of exposure to the same shit, I’ll give you that.
[ The response has a certain thought in his mind, but he’s not sure if he wants her to pick up on it. This seems to just be his running theme with this evening. ]