[It helped that Frieda was so normal about the situation. Sunny felt that sense of guilt and surprise leak away from him into something more neutral.
He opened his mouth… talk, talk, this was Frieda… and… nope. Sunny’s voice remained firmly lodged in his throat, clamped by some sort of leftover anxiety. He’d been talking less after his confrontation(?) with Kel, scared that his words might have led to the other discovering the truth and…
Sunny took out his notepad. Writing gave him time to think, time to change things, and truly it did take longer for his answer to appear on Frieda’s device, as simple as it was.]
Looking for something. Comic.
[Frieda would remember the media that was not quite a picture book that they had talked about, right? She might have even seen some in Hobbeez when Kel gave up the memory.]
no subject
He opened his mouth… talk, talk, this was Frieda… and… nope. Sunny’s voice remained firmly lodged in his throat, clamped by some sort of leftover anxiety. He’d been talking less after his confrontation(?) with Kel, scared that his words might have led to the other discovering the truth and…
Sunny took out his notepad. Writing gave him time to think, time to change things, and truly it did take longer for his answer to appear on Frieda’s device, as simple as it was.]
Looking for something. Comic.
[Frieda would remember the media that was not quite a picture book that they had talked about, right? She might have even seen some in Hobbeez when Kel gave up the memory.]