9th ❄ [text]

[persical]

[Claire is taking a break from the fair for a bit, and after a while nudged the Vine and asked a cat for a quill pen. The writing that appears is legible but a little unrefined, since she's still not used to penning letters with these fingers.]

I know how hard times can be here, so I'm happy to see everyone enjoying themselves. But I've been thinking, even if no one gets hurt on the outside, there are a lot of things that can trouble people. Things they might not be able to say to someone else's face for one reason or another. However, the Vine is a useful thing, then, isn't it? When we write like this, we can communicate without being afraid.

I'd like to think we could all speak in person without worrying, but I know the world isn't like that. I'm not able to do much, but I can at least listen, and try to help or give advice. I won't ask for any names. The Vine should deliver your messages to me if you ask.

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[tasercopter.livejournal.com]

Yeah yeah, you remember whatever you want. Not like I can stop you.

[But she shakes her head.] Kitty, you almost sound like you don't know me.

I was born a slum brat. I don't give a shit about clean clothes or clean dishes or clean anything. Anyway, if you weren't here, some fuckin' songbirds would do all the dirty work, this place is just that lame.

[persical]

[she actually smiles a little, because it's as good as Reno admitting it.]

So you do enjoy my company?

[tasercopter.livejournal.com]

[Kittyyyy, stop making her accidentally admit to things! Well, she's just gonna play cool about, no big deal.]

What kind of idiot hangs out with someone if they don't want to? I'm not stupid.

[persical]

[she just puts her chin in her hands.]

It's nice to hear it, though.

[tasercopter.livejournal.com]

[Reno grumbles.] Yeah, well.

If it makes you happy thinkin' that, go ahead. You're all right.