[ there's a delay in response while cloister reads that (and how weird is it not to look at a screen?), reads it again, says well, shit out loud, scrubs a hand over his face and then shrugs. none of which is transmitted, of course, which he'd be glad about if he were thinking about it enough to have any kind of feeling on the matter. ]
guess this place is less of an adjustment for you than for me
[ space. the future. not things cloister ever thought of very much. ]
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guess this place is less of an adjustment for you than for me
[ space. the future. not things cloister ever thought of very much. ]