Medium · Empathy ≥ 4
A sudden gush of wind turns the pages of the books on the counters. She covers her face, smiling, but she's cold.
Psyche
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A sudden gush of wind turns the pages of the books on the counters. She covers her face, smiling, but she's cold.
She doesn't know what to make of that. But she'll remember it.
You disappointed a small child. Well done, champ.
He feels sorry for you. For him as a lieutenant it would be demeaning to have someone recite terms from the officer's exam.
There is a touch of something in his voice. Hard to say what.
An innocent soul, unaccustomed to acts of wanton guile.
He feels ashamed he can't be of more service to the future of dance music.
A great excitement is bubbling to the surface within him. This is big.
He's overcome with some mysterious emotion. It's not merely adoration for what a Hard Cop you are either. It's more. Could it be gratitude?
The young man drops his oversized head in shame. He is truly sorry he couldn't come up with a proletarian yell that would satisfy The Great Leader.
For a moment you almost think he's going to put his hand down. But that would be ludicrous.
For a moment you almost think he's going to put the tape player down. But that would be ludicrous.
Andre is obviously very happy you took him seriously. The whole tent is. The boys exchange giddy looks.
He's not as glad as he would like you to think. There is concern in his voice.
He doesn't look resigned at all. Probably counting on your curiosity to get the best of you sooner or later.