( Peter stares at the girl in silence as she finds the words, the shape of them. Clarisse, La, Rue. Three separate pieces.
He tries them quietly to himself afterwards, the sounds rolling off of his tongue, a little weird and stiff. But the sounds are easy to make despite that, kind of smooth. La Rue.)
I think... I think my name is Chris. Like you said.
( He is... very much just latching onto that title because she suggested it and she managed to find her name, so she probably knows, right? Oops.... )
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He tries them quietly to himself afterwards, the sounds rolling off of his tongue, a little weird and stiff. But the sounds are easy to make despite that, kind of smooth. La Rue. )
I think... I think my name is Chris. Like you said.
( He is... very much just latching onto that title because she suggested it and she managed to find her name, so she probably knows, right? Oops.... )
I'm Chris.
( You're not..... )