[ Ah. when she leaves, it is a bit like a big fluffy cat bouncing up and away... but then she returns with even more fervor than before, with...
...well. It's not a dead mouse, thank god. But it is his coat, a little mangled, a little worse for wear. Is that...? Did she...? Are there more holes in the hem now than when he gave that coat to her? So many questions, so little time.
There's a stretch of silence here, an elastic silence that extends from one corner of the room to the other, covers it in a full blanket. He's not quite sure what to say, she looks so... accomplished. ]
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...well. It's not a dead mouse, thank god. But it is his coat, a little mangled, a little worse for wear. Is that...? Did she...? Are there more holes in the hem now than when he gave that coat to her? So many questions, so little time.
There's a stretch of silence here, an elastic silence that extends from one corner of the room to the other, covers it in a full blanket. He's not quite sure what to say, she looks so... accomplished. ]
That's...
[ You can do this, Reinhardt. ]
...Didn't you have white string? [ Nailed it. ]