Grace and Rocky on Erid talking about grace's memories or the people he remembers/ used to know as he gets older, because he might start to forget so Rocky is there to help him remember.
"🎶 🎵 🎶 🎵 🎵 🎼 " (how was she like?)
Rocky nods, waiting. He doesn't talk much about her.
He sighs, eyes scanning the horizon. Recalling what he remembers.
"she was brilliant, commanded every room she walked into." he started with the basics
"has a coffee addiction. I didn't know that much coffee consumption was humanely possible till i met her."
"nerves of steel. Talented. Kind. Loving. Smart." he was naming out qualities from fragmented memories to keep. It wouldn't suffice. He didn't want to remember someone by their characters like a checklist. He wanted memories. Moments.
"she was brought to court once, they tried prosecuting her for piracy. She, a history major, represented herself. Sat working with her tablet in court, shoved a pardon infront of the officials and left. They tried chasing after her. "you must abide with the law" or something. "only when i want to" nerves of steel.
"i remember her on a conference. Switching between languages like it was nothing
Russian, then Chinese, german, Russian again. English, French, Greek.
If i recall she can speak Arabic too, as well as her native tongue of coarse. Dutch." talented, smart.
"i saw her pet and feed a stray cat once. It was completely on accident and she swore me to secrecy. I believe her exact words were "if you breathe a word about this encounter doctor grace i assure you will be strapped to the first viable missile to antarctica" kind
" 🎶🎵🎶🎶🎵" (what did she look like?)
"she had blue eyes. Blonde hair."
"No, not like mine. Brighter, more red."
(ohh ginger?) (Rocky's been on the Internet okay?? He knows what a ginger is)
"ehh, not quite. More neutral, something like... Uhh"
"wait give me a second" he turned around, searching the ground and his pockets for something.
"ah." he pulled out a fox keychain.
"something like this." he hands it to rocky. Rocky scans it with a spectrophotometer.
He glances back down at the keychain. Its the one stratt got him. The one that matches his sweater.
Its his favourite colour.
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