[ it’s a long little while before choso responds again; such is the joy of e-mails and text, or would be if he put the conversation down, could put it down, if he could even bring himself to. but he doesn’t. he reads marcille’s words over again, lets them drift along in the placid, fathomless lake of his psyche like leaves to pluck up and examine. as choso levers himself up to wander and snuffle on the go, he turns each leaf over, imagines her little voice saying it and wonders why it’s such a comforting echo.
choso, he wonders what evils stain marcille’s hands in turn.
eventually, some twenty-four minutes later: ]
thank you marcille i will remember this
[ when he’s feeling down and needs a reminder that there’s a kind little elf who smells like soap out there who has such good words, he means. ]
anything you ever need i will do my best to provide
no subject
choso, he wonders what evils stain marcille’s hands in turn.
eventually, some twenty-four minutes later: ]
thank you marcille
i will remember this
[ when he’s feeling down and needs a reminder that there’s a kind little elf who smells like soap out there who has such good words, he means. ]
anything you ever need i will do my best to provide