[ Zell looks at the sails, already comparing them from the sails he's seen. It's both beautiful and cruel, much like the liquid space adorning his face. ]
You caught me.
[ Zell scoots a little closer. There's a few feet between them, and he really misses being close. Being able to hug him, hold him, and hold his hand without anything bad happening. He told Jim he will try, so he'll do his best. He does feel the resolve crumbling, and decides to ask the next thing that pops in his head. ]
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You caught me.
[ Zell scoots a little closer. There's a few feet between them, and he really misses being close. Being able to hug him, hold him, and hold his hand without anything bad happening. He told Jim he will try, so he'll do his best. He does feel the resolve crumbling, and decides to ask the next thing that pops in his head. ]
Are they warm? Your wings?