CLOSED | prompt eight | RUIN

[dondarrion]

prompt eight | R U I N dressing-room style. closed to rog.

 

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[ (The first time he calls her Wolls, she corrects him — twice — and tells him that her name is Wallace. Despite all of her traveling and all of her companions, no one has ever thought to call her that before and so what follows is a drawn-out explanation as to what a nickname is and the subsequent debate as to whether it's indicative of intimacy or laziness.

Needless to say it isn't the last of such debates but it certainly is a first. And that back and forth, the way Wallace's mouth ultimately crooks in bemusement by the end, colors the whole of their time together. All the long, yet-too-short years.) ]

But I like thanking you. It's— [ She pauses, searching for the word. ] —gratifying.

[mocked]

[ He likes the chances he gets, here and there, to explain that kind of thing to her. Most of the time, it feels like there's very little she doesn't know, but it's in the smallest details, the unnecessary parts of the human existence, that haven't quite been filled in. That he gets to be the one to enlighten her is gratifying, too. ]

Fair enough.

[ A pause. ]

You're welcome, I guess.