Jean's eyes linger on the Page; the teacup is unusually still in their hands, steaming gently into the air. For a moment it seems like they perhaps did not hear the question. And then...
Then they touch the bag they took with them. "My Pages stay within my notebooks," Jean murmurs. "And those only leave my person when I am asleep." Beat. "Or, hahaha. Ha. Being intimate."
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Date: 2024-10-30 10:44 pm (UTC)Then they touch the bag they took with them. "My Pages stay within my notebooks," Jean murmurs. "And those only leave my person when I am asleep." Beat. "Or, hahaha. Ha. Being intimate."