Yes, but not in the way that you think. Did you know, Ghost, that whenever you're not particularly happy with what you have to say for yourself, you look down at your toes?
[ kaveh says, and he says this softly, as soft as dust. as soft as a tale told at beneath the evening light tucked in against the long line of a well-worn blanket. ghost ought not be looking down the way she does. kaveh's heart aches at it. it reminds him a little of a third floor of an ill-fated party, the pulled hood of a self-made cavern. ghost seeks to make herself so small and so invisible that she becomes her namesake.
kaveh puts his hands on her shoulders. he turns her bodily around. ]
Right. Luckily for me, and possibly not for you, my usual partner for senseless arguing is not on speaking terms with me. So you'll have to do instead. Argue with me, Ghost. Present your arguments as to why that dress isn't for you, and I shall argue against it. But we'll do this in the kitchen while I'm making sure the stew doesn't turn into some kind of weird bread.
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[ kaveh says, and he says this softly, as soft as dust. as soft as a tale told at beneath the evening light tucked in against the long line of a well-worn blanket. ghost ought not be looking down the way she does. kaveh's heart aches at it. it reminds him a little of a third floor of an ill-fated party, the pulled hood of a self-made cavern. ghost seeks to make herself so small and so invisible that she becomes her namesake.
kaveh puts his hands on her shoulders. he turns her bodily around. ]
Right. Luckily for me, and possibly not for you, my usual partner for senseless arguing is not on speaking terms with me. So you'll have to do instead. Argue with me, Ghost. Present your arguments as to why that dress isn't for you, and I shall argue against it. But we'll do this in the kitchen while I'm making sure the stew doesn't turn into some kind of weird bread.