She notices that something's up when he doesn't enter, feeling an odd twinge like someone threw a rock at her back and she immediately attributes it to what she said before and prepares to snap back again, except-- it's not that, those don't last more then a second. Clearly, investigating needs to be done to crack this mystery.
There's a single moment of blessed silence before Aradia sticks her head back through the window to stare blankly at dear Mystery Dude in merciless apathy, and he could choose to be thankful that she doesn't ask why he's stuck outside. No, there's a far more important topic at hand.
"... Your name's Willard?" Feel that disbelief. Feel it, because it's painfully real compared to the empty static she had a minute ago. Her nickname sounded so much better. Though there's also a glimmer of concern buried under the shitposting - he's been weird all day, and now he's being weird at doors. Why.
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That time she caught it.
She notices that something's up when he doesn't enter, feeling an odd twinge like someone threw a rock at her back and she immediately attributes it to what she said before and prepares to snap back again, except-- it's not that, those don't last more then a second. Clearly, investigating needs to be done to crack this mystery.
There's a single moment of blessed silence before Aradia sticks her head back through the window to stare blankly at dear Mystery Dude in merciless apathy, and he could choose to be thankful that she doesn't ask why he's stuck outside. No, there's a far more important topic at hand.
"... Your name's Willard?" Feel that disbelief. Feel it, because it's painfully real compared to the empty static she had a minute ago. Her nickname sounded so much better. Though there's also a glimmer of concern buried under the shitposting - he's been weird all day, and now he's being weird at doors. Why.