[A foot... She gave him her literal foot... Boyfriends are incredibly wild. Constantin processes this information with a furrowed brow, like, A whole foot?— but what does he know, he supposes. In his drunken wisdom he looks at his own feet and wonders what an electrode is.]
What would a foot come back to life do for the rest of its time? Just toddle around?
[What a life. Would the foot be bored. He considers it, and the alcohol makes it less morbid, which is pleasant. Much to think about vis-a-vis poking body parts. He looks up at Daniil again.]
My mirror is magic— don't make faces. [he's watchin] I have it in my pocket, do you want to see it now?
[Indulge him, darling. He's already tugging the fancy little compact out of his pocket by its pretty chain, so please admire it.]
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Date: 2021-08-11 03:42 pm (UTC)What would a foot come back to life do for the rest of its time? Just toddle around?
[What a life. Would the foot be bored. He considers it, and the alcohol makes it less morbid, which is pleasant. Much to think about vis-a-vis poking body parts. He looks up at Daniil again.]
My mirror is magic— don't make faces. [he's watchin] I have it in my pocket, do you want to see it now?
[Indulge him, darling. He's already tugging the fancy little compact out of his pocket by its pretty chain, so please admire it.]