[That's... concerning. That, plus the lack of memories — Maya's words about how he's been here longer than he thinks ring in his ears. And Clamor didn't have a spellbook as a sickle, what with having no hands... Noah frowns, chin propped up in his palm, pen between the index and middle fingers of that same hand. He taps the tip of the pen against his cheek thoughtfully, then,]
...you can do that? Or — wait, you can show me how to do that?
[Now he just looks shocked, blinking, did he hear that right? No way. Him?]
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...you can do that? Or — wait, you can show me how to do that?
[Now he just looks shocked, blinking, did he hear that right? No way. Him?]