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[notsheepish]

Hey there, it's Ruby, or will be soon. Leave a message, I'll get back to you.

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[notsheepish]

[She's not really sure what to make of that response.]

It's... kind of a long, weird story. Maybe the next time I've got about 6 hours to spare, I could almost manage to get through the whole thing.

[pejoratives]

( Rosita isn't sure what to make of all the information, in truth. She stays quiet a long while, before looking at Ruby and tilting her head, opting to sit down on the wet sand so that the come and go of the sea inevitably washes over her feet and her legs, anchoring her hands in the weight of the sand at her sides.

Eventually, )

That sounds intense. ( And she shakes her head a little. ) Back home people don't really talk about the past. It's... sort of like picking stitches that aren't ready to come out. Stupid and— painful.

( But she looks at Ruby, then, even if the sunlight makes her squint a little. ) If you do ever wanna talk about it, though.

( Then I'll listen. An offer, albeit a poorly delivered one. )

[notsheepish]

Thanks. [She smiles as she sits as well, but there's a something a bit uncertain to it, as she thinks of all the reasons telling her whole life's story might be a bad idea. As she wonders if it ever won't feel like that.]

The same goes for you, you know. If there's ever anything you want to talk about... I'm around.

[pejoratives]

( A little smile, a slight upward lift of her head. )

I'll remember. ( She might not take Ruby up on it right away, but she'll remember. And she will take her up on it, eventually.

In the meantime she puts her hands behind her hands, and slowly falls back onto the sand, enduring the warmth. )