[those are some rad pajamas — if Madoka didn't already have a million other questions, interspersed with strong, perhaps tangible feelings of relief that they're escaping the apartment and anxiety over wherever they're heading, she'd be commenting on them immediately.]
[she shifts a little, and wraps an arm around him to hold herself steady.]
Do you dream like this often? [of the ocean — of loneliness. and minus her own contribution.]
no subject
[she shifts a little, and wraps an arm around him to hold herself steady.]
Do you dream like this often? [of the ocean — of loneliness. and minus her own contribution.]