Viola circles Ms. Kwan and her, presumably, ex-husband, searching for anything ghoulish about them. “And we can just ... move around? And they don’t have seizures or anything?” she asks but, not really. Her voice is low and she clearly isn’t expecting anyone to answer her. She knows Aris, Tybalt, and Winter were just moving around in her memory and beyond the sensation of missing time, she feels perfectly fine. Not even a little seizing.
“I’d hate for anyone to remember me this way,” she frowns, stopping in front of the unfamiliar man. “He looks like he sends dick pics to undergrads.”
MEMORY: Ballpit
Well, alright.
Viola circles Ms. Kwan and her, presumably, ex-husband, searching for anything ghoulish about them. “And we can just ... move around? And they don’t have seizures or anything?” she asks but, not really. Her voice is low and she clearly isn’t expecting anyone to answer her. She knows Aris, Tybalt, and Winter were just moving around in her memory and beyond the sensation of missing time, she feels perfectly fine. Not even a little seizing.
“I’d hate for anyone to remember me this way,” she frowns, stopping in front of the unfamiliar man. “He looks like he sends dick pics to undergrads.”