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[keepgodwaiting]

For the love of god someone tell me there's dry cleaning around here

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[100more]

[ Hob nods slowly, figuring that must mean something. And yet, both her magic and Dream's isn't enough to escape this place. ]

Then maybe it isn't. Still, it's a lot to adjust to.

[ One can lump the new world, the mission, and everything he's learned about Dream and the City into that one remark. It's a lot. ]

[keepgodwaiting]

Yeah. It is.

[ She heaves a sigh, sips her coffee. ]

How do you feel?

[100more]

Honestly?

[ How does he feel? ]

Small. It's hard to figure out what I'm doing here when there are such spectacular fighters among us.

And.. maybe a little lonely.

[ Which is kind of ironic, he supposes. ]

[keepgodwaiting]

[ Quiet: ] Yeah. 's a big old universe out here.

If we're supposed to be making a case for where we come from -- I'd rather have you representing home. If that's any consolation.

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[ Hob is obviously touched by those words, judging from his expression. ]

That's kind of you to say. I've made plenty of mistakes, though. Everyone has. I just hope they won't be held too harshly against us.

Call it a wrap?

[keepgodwaiting]

[ She manages a crooked smile and toasts him with her coffee. ]

From your lips, Gadling. Let's hope.

Re: Call it a wrap?

[100more]

[ ooc: sure! ]