Medium · Composure ≥ 4
She couldn't be more unbothered by your question if she tried.
Motorics
Before thought effects; other dialogue conditions may apply.
525 · Voice lines
She couldn't be more unbothered by your question if she tried.
She blinks at you, confused as to why you'd ask such an obvious thing.
You feel a twitch in your index fingers. There's a finger-shootout a-brewing.
It's going to be very difficult for anyone to take you seriously with these things on your face.
Something cold grazes your hand. Synthetic and sleek -- a windbreaker. 'SURF', it says, but also: 'WIND', 'SUMMER', '100% WATERPROOF', and 'SPORT'. All in different typefaces.
No good. All you can come up with are some treated wool pants. You can tell they're too tight around your thighs and too loose around the waist.
Whatever happened, keep your cool. It's probably better to admit that it was a harmless prank.
He tries his best to look nonchalant, but there's a rigidity in him, as if trying to conceal something warm and deep beneath a cool exterior.
A flinch jolts his frame. The question has touched a nerve.
You don't have behavioural problems. That's garbage. You're cool.
You've got this. Men like you don't cry unless it serves their purposes.
Shrugging is an international sign for: 'No, I don't know what's behind that door'.
And then there's the fact that he looks way cool doing it.
Yet were he to quit, he would lose the cool factor. This man relishes his cool quite a bit -- below it all.
He has internalized it well. It's just that. A fact. A self-contained, past event.
He won't even acknowledge the stolen boots you're wearing. For him, they don't exist. You'll have to bring it up yourself, later -- if you dare.