Monsters. [Stocke finishes. His tone expressionless.] ...they are. [And then, after a moment and a small tilt of his head, his voice back to faintly amused,] On both counts.
[The shade settles to lean on the wall next to the bar counter. Stocke, are you just allergic to chairs?]
[Regardless, he nudges one out for Raynie if she wants it - without even thinking about it, he does it with telekinesis. His eyes flicker static in a wince as he realizes, and his gaze jumps to watch Raynie's expression.]
[Whatever her reaction is, he'll eventually ask:] Alistel? [That she can ask him anything she wants in return, or even without return - that's a given.]
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[The shade settles to lean on the wall next to the bar counter. Stocke, are you just allergic to chairs?]
[Regardless, he nudges one out for Raynie if she wants it - without even thinking about it, he does it with telekinesis. His eyes flicker static in a wince as he realizes, and his gaze jumps to watch Raynie's expression.]
[Whatever her reaction is, he'll eventually ask:] Alistel? [That she can ask him anything she wants in return, or even without return - that's a given.]