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[lingeringwill]

Terra Mason


It's Terra. You can leave me a message. Actually, maybe you should just pop in and say hi, because I don't really check my messages that often. Oops. Sorry.

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[lingeringwill]

[Terra's hand is on Elliot's shoulder before he can do so much as blink. He gives a reassuring squeeze, smiling.]

Ain't no way I'm letting them take my favorite intern away from me.

No matter what happens, we're us now. All of those people in the "fixed" worlds can stay the same, but we're our only selves now. The other Elliot, Terra, they had their shot. These are our lives, and we're not going anywhere we don't want to go, okay?

[And the smile fades into something a little more serious––yeah, this is something that Terra himself had been thinking about a lot. Recolle is too important. It's his home, real or fake. These people are his friends, real or fake. The other Terra had friends too, but that doesn't mean he's willing to give up his life for that.]

I'll make sure of it.

[fiddlestick]

[He'll glance over when he feels at that hand at the shoulder. Even if Elliot still worries, there's something reassuring in Terra's words- in the conviction of his voice. It's a bit like listening to his brother- comforting.

So, it manages to get a bit of a touched smile out of him. He's thankful, really.]

Okay ... Thank you. [He means it] I-I'd like to lead the life I want to lead.

[That said...]

But...favorite intern, huh? S-Sure you don't say that to every intern?

[lingeringwill]

[Like the flip of a switch, Terra's usual shit-eating grin returns in an attempt to lighten the mood back up. He pats Elliot's head, now.]

Only the cute ones.

[fiddlestick]

[MAKES A FACE]

C'mon, not the cute thing again...

[THATS EMBARRASSING]

[lingeringwill]

[Pats him on the cheek just for good measure.]

I'll stop calling you cute when you grow a beard.

[fiddlestick]

[It's a super soft cheek. Baby cheek]

H-hey that's not fair-!

You don't have a beard!

[lingeringwill]

I could if I wanted to though.

Can you say the same, Elliot. [Patpat.]

Can you?

[fiddlestick]

W-Well....I've grown a few hairs?

[Tiny ginger hairs]

[lingeringwill]

They only count if they're hairs on your face, Elliot.

[fiddlestick]

[Oh dear god-]

Th-That's what I meant! Terra!

[lingeringwill]

[A playful shove!! What a dork.]

Yeah, yeah...

So, do I have to kick this guy's ass, or...?

[fiddlestick]

[FALLS OVER CAUSE HE'S A WIMP, but he'll pick himself right up because he's fine, really.

He shakes his head]

N-No, it's fine. I...I think me yelling shook him up enough. He did say sorry.