[Aubrey frowns. Swears under her breath. Whatever, not like she was gonna dig up a grave anyway…]
[She steps back, folds her arms again. Her posture’s more slumped than stiff, now.] You must be really bored. [Not sympathetic. Kinda back to thinking he’s full of shit again.]
[Immediately Aubrey goes wide-eyed, just for a beat. Then snorts.] Excuse me? Buddy, [but she’s… kind of laughing? faintly?] what the hell is wrong with you?
Hah, plenty. Believe me. [She swipes at her eyes briefly, trying to make it look casual—and for extra measure, jabs at him. Could hit him in the side, slap his arm, whatever; it’s a “are you actually corporeal” and “please don’t notice I’ve started crying” combo platter.]
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That can't happen. Unique circumstances, if you recall me saying that.
The place where I died doesn't...exist, in so many words...
[But his...body is there. It's...hard to explain, or comprehend, even for him.]
So, I'm here.
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[Aubrey frowns. Swears under her breath. Whatever, not like she was gonna dig up a grave anyway…]
[She steps back, folds her arms again. Her posture’s more slumped than stiff, now.] You must be really bored. [Not sympathetic. Kinda back to thinking he’s full of shit again.]
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I've as much as told you that, haven't I?
Eat shit.
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[Immediately Aubrey goes wide-eyed, just for a beat. Then snorts.] Excuse me? Buddy, [but she’s… kind of laughing? faintly?] what the hell is wrong with you?
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[He flicks his cigarette butt off into whatever liminal space they're occupying.]
Just use your imagination. I've given you enough material, I'm sure.
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Hah, plenty. Believe me. [She swipes at her eyes briefly, trying to make it look casual—and for extra measure, jabs at him. Could hit him in the side, slap his arm, whatever; it’s a “are you actually corporeal” and “please don’t notice I’ve started crying” combo platter.]