Sans-Serif frowns to hear that Sophie's forgotten again, or at least again from his perspective. "we have to look out for the red kite!" he replies, with the long-suffering air that comes from feeling as though you've given an explanation several times already. "and not the yellow kite. or the green one. definitely not the green one. but we can't miss the red one." He nods resolutely. "it might look pink, though. but that's okay."
...still, since Sophie is up here with him anyway, Sans-Serif opens his hand for her to see. A small pile of glowing points of light rests in his bony palm. "stars," he replies, matter-of-fact, before tossing another one into his mouth. "want one?"
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Date: 2016-03-18 03:40 am (UTC)...still, since Sophie is up here with him anyway, Sans-Serif opens his hand for her to see. A small pile of glowing points of light rests in his bony palm. "stars," he replies, matter-of-fact, before tossing another one into his mouth. "want one?"