"'Stuff might be other stuff?' And love you, Pres."
As the memory starts up again Patrice pivots awkwardly to get out of Cassandra's way, because death by falling because someone's memory mom knocked you over is a pretty embarrassing way to go. Once the dream residents settle in, though, he's immediately close again, peering over the woman's shoulder, watching as the spread is laid out. He does squint, trying to make out the cards with no luck.
"You'd think he'd be able to remember the c- shit." The seemingly harmless breeze has picked up, and a real wind is bad. One hand grabs onto Cassandra's arm as an anchor and his other reaches out to grab whoever is nearest to him.
MEMORY: Practice
As the memory starts up again Patrice pivots awkwardly to get out of Cassandra's way, because death by falling because someone's memory mom knocked you over is a pretty embarrassing way to go. Once the dream residents settle in, though, he's immediately close again, peering over the woman's shoulder, watching as the spread is laid out. He does squint, trying to make out the cards with no luck.
"You'd think he'd be able to remember the c- shit." The seemingly harmless breeze has picked up, and a real wind is bad. One hand grabs onto Cassandra's arm as an anchor and his other reaches out to grab whoever is nearest to him.