[ He shrugs at fundamentally different understanding, and then gives a toothy grin when Jack admits again that he liked his gift, his sheepishness giving way to pride and confidence he didn't have when he first left the package.
Kahlil continues to settle on the bed, shifting so he's cross-legged before taking one of the strawberries for himself. ]
( He muses, glancing down at the journal contemplatively. Decides to bring the strawberry to his lips finally while he considers it, a sort of subconscious procrastination method to buy himself a little time.
A moment later he chews, swallows, and makes up his mind. )
Back home, I used them to help me keep my memories straight. To try and track my reality, basically. Whatever I go with, it'll be something like that, probably.
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Kahlil continues to settle on the bed, shifting so he's cross-legged before taking one of the strawberries for himself. ]
What do you think you'll start with?
[ If he's allowed to ask. ]
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( He muses, glancing down at the journal contemplatively. Decides to bring the strawberry to his lips finally while he considers it, a sort of subconscious procrastination method to buy himself a little time.
A moment later he chews, swallows, and makes up his mind. )
Back home, I used them to help me keep my memories straight. To try and track my reality, basically. Whatever I go with, it'll be something like that, probably.