Data (datasoong) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2020-09-12 20:03:00 |
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"Good morning," a mellifluous voice from behind Jean greeted her as she lapped her third circle around the rink, from a golden-eyed gentleman who was right in front of her, talking, and who had almost no mental presence whatsoever. An invisible dead-zone; a blind-spot where his mind ought to have been. He holds aloft a pair of skates, eyebrows arched curiously. "May I join you?" |