[ she narrows her eyes; it looks nothing like a glare, but as if she's just simply trying to match the name to the face. it's a little unbelievable — and isn't that a laugh? her finding something like this, like meeting jack frost, as unbelievable, when storms can grant powers and people can do such unspeakable and unreal things back home. ]
[ she shakes her head slightly, her lips turning up because, jesus, this is something simon would probably appreciate more than her. ] Never really met someone who wasn't meant to be real. [ is that offensive? she thinks it might be. ] The only unreal thing that exists back home is superheroes — and even that's a load of bullshit.
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[ she narrows her eyes; it looks nothing like a glare, but as if she's just simply trying to match the name to the face. it's a little unbelievable — and isn't that a laugh? her finding something like this, like meeting jack frost, as unbelievable, when storms can grant powers and people can do such unspeakable and unreal things back home. ]
[ she shakes her head slightly, her lips turning up because, jesus, this is something simon would probably appreciate more than her. ] Never really met someone who wasn't meant to be real. [ is that offensive? she thinks it might be. ] The only unreal thing that exists back home is superheroes — and even that's a load of bullshit.