"Personal details? I understand." Specific people, scenarios, so forth. She feels similarly, although she's glad the world is still turning in her future and she's apparently alive. That's all Jill can really ask for in her own world, whether it be separate or same as his.
"Would be nice if it were so easy. People like stories where everything ends happy, lesson learned or not." Idle commentary, clear she's glad to drop it and not discuss intimate details of personally defined success or failure. But still the shoulder of someone who knows things never pan out quite the way you'd want them to.
His pause has her turn minutely at the hip, just enough that she's more open than closed-off; personable, if not earnest. It occurs to her he might be in service to someone, though she isn't going to assume what the reasoning behind it may be, slave or servant or a million things in between.
"Famous last words. How about you get back to me if you decide on something? Nicknames are one thing." She doesn't carry on with the silent but that's added on the end. Instead she holds out her phone, twisting it a little in hand. "My username is 'j.valentine' -- Valentine's my surname. Do a little weapon modification and make ammo in my free time; teach martial arts, otherwise. I tend to make my Chroma via sparring."
An invitation, if he's interested. It's how she survives here for the most part. It's not exactly the best option for touch-adverse sorts, but it beats intimacy or death. It's an offer if he finds himself depleted of Chroma (but mostly about boredom).
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"Would be nice if it were so easy. People like stories where everything ends happy, lesson learned or not." Idle commentary, clear she's glad to drop it and not discuss intimate details of personally defined success or failure. But still the shoulder of someone who knows things never pan out quite the way you'd want them to.
His pause has her turn minutely at the hip, just enough that she's more open than closed-off; personable, if not earnest. It occurs to her he might be in service to someone, though she isn't going to assume what the reasoning behind it may be, slave or servant or a million things in between.
"Famous last words. How about you get back to me if you decide on something? Nicknames are one thing." She doesn't carry on with the silent but that's added on the end. Instead she holds out her phone, twisting it a little in hand. "My username is 'j.valentine' -- Valentine's my surname. Do a little weapon modification and make ammo in my free time; teach martial arts, otherwise. I tend to make my Chroma via sparring."
An invitation, if he's interested. It's how she survives here for the most part. It's not exactly the best option for touch-adverse sorts, but it beats intimacy or death. It's an offer if he finds himself depleted of Chroma (but mostly about boredom).