[It echoes, amplifying as it's pitched back to Eddie. Normally this is a fraught enough topic, but right now? Right now it's just heady excitement and curiosity.]
Right... lets see...
[He tries what he normally does, finding little areas in the fibers to work, to coax out a pattern-
But it's harder like this. It's not quite HIS, is it? And there's a lot of nothing that could be MORE nothing.
It starts in little whorls of seethrough, that despite it's fluffiness, the pillow half vanished as if glass.
But it pools like ink in the water, starting to cover the surface...]
Re: Day 65, morning
Right... lets see...
[He tries what he normally does, finding little areas in the fibers to work, to coax out a pattern-
But it's harder like this. It's not quite HIS, is it? And there's a lot of nothing that could be MORE nothing.
It starts in little whorls of seethrough, that despite it's fluffiness, the pillow half vanished as if glass.
But it pools like ink in the water, starting to cover the surface...]