. . . This place is ominous at night. As I wander.

( Phew ! A relaxing evening , Isaac sits in the peaceful music with some tea beside him. Content , if only for a short time. )

( Tread lightly, Isaac. A pause in the air , silence between them. Settling on an answer. Fingers clasping together. ) . . . No. Not always. But you follow a sort of routine, as many do.

This couch is so awful. The noise as it rubs against my robe makes me want to shudder with disgust.

( A moments wince, steadying with a single breath. Forcing an unsteady smile. ) Mmhm … sure do. After a while, it gets pretty easy to see the patterns.

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Of course, I simply know you come to bother me around these hours. ( Her eyes roll, yet he doesn’t pull away from the interlocking of their arms. )

I wouldn’t say that. Just noticed your routine was off.

That poor soul.

. . . It’s eerie. Usually he’s around far sooner.

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⠀⠀ 𝘏𝘌𝘈𝘋𝘊𝘈𝘕𝘖𝘕𝘚 。

⠀⠀⠀ 𝘔𝘜𝘚𝘌 。

⠀⠀⠀ 𝘐𝘕𝘍𝘖 。

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