[They settle for a discontent sort of noise, tilting their head back to look at the sky. The hood somehow stays on.]
I'll try to talk to her later, I guess. [...they pause again, thinking of what to say. Why is it so hard to think of conversation sometimes? There's a bit of silence as they look down again, staring at the paper airplane.]
Why an airplane this time? [There was reasoning (sort of) behind the stick, so they're curious.]
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I'll try to talk to her later, I guess. [...they pause again, thinking of what to say. Why is it so hard to think of conversation sometimes? There's a bit of silence as they look down again, staring at the paper airplane.]
Why an airplane this time? [There was reasoning (sort of) behind the stick, so they're curious.]