Time shenanigans sure are confusing. You seem to remember someone mentioning just how convoluted it…
With a quick glance around, you couldn’t help but be slightly ashamed of how you’ve kept the place. Your record player made a soft scratching sound because, truthfully, you just set the needle at the end of the record when you heard somebody outside.
"Yeah, I’m getting over a cold," you murmured in reply. "A couple of days ago I felt like I was getting sick and instead of resting stayed all night thinking."
Your memory of that night’s quite clear although you weren’t completely conscious - your body was dull and paralyzed with tiredness, but your mind was in a state of paranoia, consumed by worries and odd thoughts. You’d been up late a lot recently. Sleepless evenings aren’t as bad as long as you have a record to listen to. You’ve gone through quite a few albums recently.
"So, what brings you here?"
She gets right to the point. It’s… sort of refreshing. You’re in a pretty good mood, even considering your concern for her well-being—and the constant gchk-gchk of the gramophone. It makes your toes curl in slightly each time. You wonder what she’d been listening to; perhaps she’d be considerate enough to tell you, momentarily.
“~< I am glad that you arre on the mend, then,” you manage. You don’t need to say that you understand what getting little sleep feels like. All trolls have some experience with nightmares and broken sleep. So instead you smile a little and shift to her question.
And at least, you muse to yourself, you did not come empty-handed when calling on a lady, however informally or unfamiliarly.
“~< I had mentioned I had something 4 you, llady Sserrket—in llight of what we’d sspoken of the otherr day. Woulld you llike to ssee it now?”
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