That's about how my player feels: dusty. She's still trying to find her footing again after all these years. Her confidence in my voice isn't what it used to be.
I am actually in a place like that at the moment. My player works long hours ten months out of the year, so keeping up with activity and finding the time to write a detailed application can be difficult.
If you don't mind the suggestion, genessia is proving to be a fairly suitable home for us both. As of now, it's only myself, my brother, and a Gundam pilot from another universe there. No Trowa Barton, I'm afraid.
I don't know how comfortable you'd be in his presence. [ her brother's, not athrun's. ]
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Does yours have any idea of where they would like to send you off to?
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I don't know how comfortable you'd be in his presence. [ her brother's, not athrun's. ]
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He's just a little kid though. Boy with a braid.
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You know him? You don't seem like his type to hang with.
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I wonder if that'd be good for im' though? Somebody who knows him.
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Except family.
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But I think I'm starting to find a new one.
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[He phases through the ground, into his shadow, and ports out.]