OPEN | prompt three | PAIN

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prompt three | P A I N dressing-room style. start your own thread. tag others. wash, rinse, repeat. open to all.

 

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[investment]

[ Perhaps it's obvious by the way she looks at him for a brief moment that she's considering whether to speak at all. Her smile is beatific (practiced). ]

They do like to talk, don't they?

[conative]

When it benefits them. [There's a beat, distantly thoughtful. Whatever is running through his mind is unpleasant and petty and masked with a collected expression.] Some voices are a little too inconvenient to not be spoken for.

[investment]

Inconvenient, [ Perla echoes lightly with the slightest roll of her shoulders (it'd be rude to simply shrug and she's heard her father talk quite often and at length about the things he's done for the sake of avoiding inconvenience). ] That's a very charitable way of putting it, I find.

[conative]

[He waits for another moment, a slight movement accompanying the subtle change in his expression.] Which is good, I hope.

[investment]

[ Despite whatever private reservations Perla may have, she smiles broader. Her expected answer: ]

The world could always use a bit more charity, sir.

[conative]

[Sir. The word makes him grin with an exhale as he shakes his head softly. 'Sir' is what he and his brother would call their father when they were boys. Sometimes it still slips from their tongue, be it in a subtle provocation or in a moments of tension. Diniz's daughter called her grandfather 'sir' once, before he insisted she adopt a warmer name. It made his skin crawl.]

Please. Diniz.

[investment]

[ Her mother taught her never to make friends too quickly, for true friendship never really came for the likes of them — the name Rocha and the money that it implied had made sure of that. Still, Perla knows that it's rude to refuse familiarity when it's offered. She takes it effortlessly, extending her hand. ]

It's a pleasure, Diniz. I'm Perla.