THE PANTS OF THE HOT

[disestablishment]

i don't know what i'm looking at

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[disestablishment]

[ Finally i get to sit down and read this proper and... Aymeric is appalled (like me, just sheer what the fuck is JJBA) because truly he doesn't think he can fathom objects just. Manifesting into other objects, even persons.

Not like he hasn't considered this was the truth, tbh, but what. ]

Mistress Hot Pants. If you wish me silent, then...

[ He would be, for her. ]

[fleshedout]

...

[She shakes her head, after a moment, wincing like she can still feel it all. The flies under skin. The wood burrowing its way to her neck.]

It's...fine. It's fine, Aymeric.

[disestablishment]

[ The bubble goes... And he has many mechanic questions about her world, cause what. In a way, it makes sense in the same way a flesh spray can does.

Is it really fine? They had to watch her death and he can only imagine how many times she might have had to see it. ]

May I offer you a hug? Or simply hold your hand. 'Tis also in your right to reject.

[fleshedout]

[She seems to consider it for a moment...before coming closer, closer, hesitating, almost timid...]

[And she embraces him. It's a very gentle hug.]

[disestablishment]

[ The hug he gives is not as gentle, but not suffocating. We are not here to agitate any wounds. It's with a noticeable squeeze, as if to ground her to this moment. ]

You're here, Mistress Hot Pants, and you're doing good work.