[ no, indeed. forget about poetry—she barely taught heine how to read period. that was a skill he taught himself at some point in his miserable upbringing, and even then, it wasn't so he could read the classics.
he glances back at her with a question in his gaze, then realizes that he's probably said too much. something about the strangeness of their interaction so far has thrown heine off-kilter, made him more open with cards he normally plays much closer to the chest. he shrugs, glances down at the ground again, then straightens up and closes the window. ]
Definitely wouldn't be my first choice. [ even if he can heal from anything, including death, heine doesn't exactly relish the experience. if he can avoid breaking his legs on the cement he certainly will. ]
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he glances back at her with a question in his gaze, then realizes that he's probably said too much. something about the strangeness of their interaction so far has thrown heine off-kilter, made him more open with cards he normally plays much closer to the chest. he shrugs, glances down at the ground again, then straightens up and closes the window. ]
Definitely wouldn't be my first choice. [ even if he can heal from anything, including death, heine doesn't exactly relish the experience. if he can avoid breaking his legs on the cement he certainly will. ]
What about you? Gonna pick a spot to hole up?