[There are blatant yawning gaps between the words they're exchanging, where meaning falls through, and Erika is ever wary of them. Wary of the total enigmas at her feet and across from her that look like humans and were supposed to be something like avatars or Digimon and turned out to be catastrophically different from all of the above in any of the ways relevant to her idle scheming. Wary of her own capacity to assume and overestimate and fuck things up.
She gives a tiny, affirmative nod. Yes. Correct, in singular. No further implication, no further risk. Her head is too blank for that right now.]
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She gives a tiny, affirmative nod. Yes. Correct, in singular. No further implication, no further risk. Her head is too blank for that right now.]