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ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴᴏɪᴅ ᴛʏᴘʜᴏᴏɴ ([personal profile] criticality) wrote in [community profile] quietplacelogs 2018-02-23 05:29 am (UTC)

[ He can feel her reluctance to let go of his arm and the implied affection has his pulse picking up. There's a high flush in his cheeks but he's more than willing to ignore that. Even if she is the best thing he has seen all night.

As soon as she signs that, however, he realizes that she's right. That's the only explanation for this sudden burst of fondness for a stranger. He doesn't want to even entertain the thought that they might be drugged, after all suspicion in a community that relies so heavily on cooperation would be heading down a dangerous road. But who even served it? He can't remember.

His fluency in the hand language is bad and he knows it. It might be better to switch to text. He takes out his device and taps away on the screen. ]


It's all right. First, we should get you some water. Maybe me too.

[ His smile is genuinely warm and open as he looks around for somewhere they can get untampered water. ]

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