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[shadowgraphics]

[wow he hates this]

You are.

[unireverse]

[ attempts to emotionally channel indignation but it just ends up being more amusement. the attempt is not subtle ]

[shadowgraphics]

[he just looks at her, expression unimpressed.

It matches how he feels, too]

How long do we have to do this.

[unireverse]

[ hums thoughtfully ]

Four, maybe five cycles?

[ laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing (emotionally) ]

[shadowgraphics]

I will get up and walk away.

[long-suffering. Is that an emotion? It is now]

[unireverse]

You'd be leaving me all alone in your room...

[ is the overwhelming desire to shitpost an emotion? it is now ]

[shadowgraphics]

And?

[why is this happening to him, are visions really worth this suffering - ]

[unireverse]

I could ransack it.

[ she would not ]

[shadowgraphics]

There's nothing to ransack.

[unireverse]

You have a bed. With sheets.

[shadowgraphics]

Oh no, not my sheets.

[unireverse]

You might even have to sleep on the floor...

[shadowgraphics]

Hmm.

[unireverse]

[ onehandedly grabs a pillow and tucks it under her arm... ]

[shadowgraphics]

[raises an eyebrow . . . ]

[unireverse]

See? Ransacking.

[shadowgraphics]

Oh no, my pillow.