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[portolan]

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[deadlighter]

like something out of a story.

（ very fantastical. a little bit of swashbuckling. she finds herself being wistful — not for the near-death experience, but for the whimsy of the world he paints with his words. she's hungry for anything that's not blood and death and war in a metal box you live in and perish on. ）

we used to race marbles. down hallways.

got pretty good.

[portolan]

[ Yes, well, he tends to leave out the heavy parts. The human parts. Unless he's close to someone. Legends and humanity don't go together.

But he can't say he doesn't have fun when he can find it. ]

I did that as a boy. I was terrible at it. Any tips?

[deadlighter]

（ perhaps a bit smugly — ）

Cheat.

[portolan]

[ He laughs heartily at that ]

A scoundrel after my own heart.