"OH, YOU'RE AN OMINOUS ONE, AREN'T YOU?" which teodozja generally has no patience, so excuse the lack of enthusiasm in her tone. hers is a straightforward business that leaves little to no room for mystery. (THERE IS ALSO THE AUTISM . . . YOU DO NOT KNOW THAT YET.) so attest it to her good mood or an actual full night's sleep that she reclines in her seat, glass of coke against her lips as she mulls over what is less a question & more of a brain teaser. if that at all . . . if she was to be honest, it's philosophy & that's just words that don't lead anywhere at all. "i mean sure, i guess. if you want to let yourself be vulnerable enough to love, you are gonna be messed up. that's not ideal sure, but that's how the story goes." a depressing outlook on life? perhaps! but what else is there to share with a stranger teodozja just barely knows? she sips her coke, eyes focused on the other. conversation is, after all, a transaction by the very definition of it. even a highly theoretical one. "you got your regrets all packed up, then?" transactional, as she said. teodozja never promised it would be a fair one, though. / EVERYTHING, EVERYWHERE, ALL AT ONCE FEAT. @xinxiins