[... He also smells like two other people. OH BOY DOES HE SMELL LIKE TWO OTHER PEOPLE. Oh. Oh dear. Uh. Sorry. Valdis. He most certainly shares a bed with both of them.
For the record. Both... are men. But one of their scents isn't telling that truth. You cannot smell the truth in the brain UH.
César has no clue about any of this. Especially since he's distracted by the sudden loss of openness. He recalibrates himself, going quieter and Masking. Oh. He really shouldn't have said it like that.]
Ah. S-Sorry. It's.. pretty much everyone that has made enough connections to stick around that will come back. We don't die too often, but sometimes we can have situations that kill a lot of people. But then everything... goes back to the way it was other than the trauma.
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For the record. Both... are men. But one of their scents isn't telling that truth. You cannot smell the truth in the brain UH.
César has no clue about any of this. Especially since he's distracted by the sudden loss of openness. He recalibrates himself, going quieter and Masking. Oh. He really shouldn't have said it like that.]
Ah. S-Sorry. It's.. pretty much everyone that has made enough connections to stick around that will come back. We don't die too often, but sometimes we can have situations that kill a lot of people. But then everything... goes back to the way it was other than the trauma.