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@SpiralLaughter Houses just Do that sometimes.

@twistingarchive Agreed

RIP to the Navidsons but I simply would have taken better care of that house.⠀

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@BAKFROMTHEBLAST "That depends on your perspective." Still, she allows herself a small, dizzying smile. "....Is anyone expecting you back?"

@twistingarchive Jon is a sore subject for them both, Tim’s feelings about him are… complicated. He sighs, shaking his head. “Forget about him anyway. He’s not here, and Things aren’t so bad.”

@BAKFROMTHEBLAST [Sasha arrives at the cafe. It's a bit unnerving, how she nearly looks like her normal self. She's playing nice for the humans in the vicinity, looking as normal as she's capable.

@BAKFROMTHEBLAST "I'm glad." She doesn't want to talk about Jon. She doesn't know why she even brought him up. Her brain does a lazy little barrel roll inside her skull, and she sighs.

@twistingarchive Tim nods, sighing. There’s a smile on his face, even if it drops ever so slightly. “Yeah… I mean, I wouldn’t say I forgive him but… at least he’s sorry about it all. He gave me my revenge so. I’ll thank him for that”

@BAKFROMTHEBLAST "The Archivist has improved. A little." She wrinkles her nose. Not enough to want to be on speaking terms with her....but that wound is still too raw to unpack.

@twistingarchive Tim owes his best not to react /too/ strangely to the laugh, shaking his head before he smiles back at her. “Not sure about that one, I always thought that about you. Then again, only thing martin did wrong was have bad taste in guys.” He laughs, leaning against her again.

@BAKFROMTHEBLAST She laughs quietly. The headache-inducing quality of her laugh is worse here, in her den, in her self. "How does it feel to be the only decent thing that came out of that horrible place?"

@twistingarchive He seems to relax again when she does, turning his head enough to smile back at her. He moves a hand over her other shoulder, letting himself have the side hug. “Me too… I missed this. Seriously.”

@BAKFROMTHEBLAST She lays her head down on his shoulder. At this moment, the temperature problem doesn't seem to matter. Not in her halls. "I'm glad to be around you." She smiles softly. "It reminds me of...simpler times."

@twistingarchive He looks around again, then simple joins her, standing next to her and leaning back against the wall as he folds his hands over his chest. He nudged her lightly with his shoulder. “I know this is… confusing. But I for one, am having a great time.”

@BAKFROMTHEBLAST And in a moment she is small and vulnerable and so very...herself. She's pressed up against the wall, head leaned back to stare at the ceiling. Her hair spills across the floor and her glasses hang uselessly on the tip of her nose. "You don't. But that's okay."

@twistingarchive He nods, he thinks he gets it. He feels the same way when he first talks to her after all. Tim sighs, hands resting in his pockets before he gives her a small smile. “I think I understand.”

@BAKFROMTHEBLAST "It would be painful regardless. It's..." She pauses, trying to phrase it in a way Tim would understand. When did he become so concrete? Or...perhaps, when did her own feelings become so difficult to clearly articulate. "Like an old wound flaring up in salt water."

@twistingarchive Tim looks concerned, glancing at the hallway behind them before he looks back at her, tilting his head. “It hurts? I don’t… I don’t want to hurt you Sasha. I’m sorry.” He sighs, letting go of her hand. “It’ll be alright. It’s just… a lot. I know that.”

@BAKFROMTHEBLAST "It's all..." It gestures wildly. The motion causes the hallway to twist like a towel being wrung dry. "Memories. Hers and its- and mine. Jumbled. Confused." It grows sharp. "Painful."

@twistingarchive He lets out a quiet laugh, signing as he nods his head. He’s be concerned, but he’s learnt that anything concerning is usually the opposite with the distortion. He simple looks back at her, shrugging lightly. “Sorry about that.”

@BAKFROMTHEBLAST It...collapses. That's the only way that makes sense to describe it. It crumples, like...an aluminum can under deep sea pressure. It looks up at him, still wavering, still nowhere near human. "You. You....you. You make it all so. So so sososo hard to understand."

@twistingarchive “Yeah..” He sighs, still holding onto her hand. He doesn’t want to let go, not anytime soon. He looks back at her, just bringing the hand closer to press a kiss against what he assumed would be her knuckles. “It’s alright sash, you don’t have to force it.”

@BAKFROMTHEBLAST "I know. You don't have to say anything." As she calms down, her form gets a little more manageable, although she's still nowhere close to human. "She.....I..." It pauses, not entirely sure what to say.

@twistingarchive time he still can’t bring himself to say it.

@BAKFROMTHEBLAST "You were her best friend." His hand burns. She doesn't care. The wallpaper begins to peel. "Even if she had been able to quit that would have been true."

@twistingarchive blamed her, I get sick of me too sometimes. But I… thank you. Really.”

@BAKFROMTHEBLAST Something takes his hand, although whether it could be rightly described as a hand is up for debate. "I'm- I know I'm only her in some of the ways that matter." She squeezes his hand. "But she would *never* have gotten sick of you. Never."

@twistingarchive Admittedly the sudden change does startle Tim a moment, his eyes ridden as he branches himself against a nearby wall of the hallway to stahl side himself as it shakes. His gaze falls onto Sasha’s, holding out a hand. “Hey- hey. It’s alright, Sash.”

@BAKFROMTHEBLAST The door swings shut behind them, and Sasha immediately loses her grasp on the concrete form she's been clinging to so tightly, expanding into the hallway like depressurizing foam. The whole hallway shakes. "Sorry- sorrysorrysorry-"

@twistingarchive Tim gets up, downing the last off his coffee in the process bedtime he follows. He sees the door, but he’s leant not to fear them. He’s been around Elliot enough after all. And… he trusts Sasha, for better or worse. So he follows.

@BAKFROMTHEBLAST There is a door at the corner of the cafe. A yellow door that has never been there. She pulls him toward it.

@twistingarchive Tim just watches, a little flustered for a moment as she moves his hand over her heart?? Maybe?? It’s hard to tell. He blinks at her, small smile on his face. He’d follow wherever she went. “Alright, anywhere.”

@BAKFROMTHEBLAST She feels..... She doesn't know. She *feels.* She nearly shakes the whole cafe under the weight of the feeling. She holds his hands to the place where her heart most certainly is not. ".....Come with me. Somewhere Else. Please?"

@twistingarchive “I hate strangers.” He sighs, shaking his head. He won’t let go, he doesn’t want her to be far away. He wants her there, right in front of him. “I couldn’t stand it, that thing using you. I just… I thought you’d just gotten tired of me.”