I'm glad I'm here and wish I weren't here too, [ lucy answers, somewhat nonsensically, the emotional equivalent to her unicorn pyjamas. she nods absently, looking slightly dazed the way she goes when she's trying to sort something out. no tea, time pocket jail because lockwood says they're in time out, no tea probably means no toast or biscuits and what is she meant to do without nibbles, doesn't this place know she can stress eat a loaf of bread if given the chance? her fingers curl and uncurl against his arms like she's trying to let go but can't, physically can't.
she does lean back though, forehead crinkling in confusion. ]
Sorry, wait, did you say you've broken time?
[ if anyone could do it, she trusts anthony lockwood could it, but also what a ridiculous sentence to say aloud. ]
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she does lean back though, forehead crinkling in confusion. ]
Sorry, wait, did you say you've broken time?
[ if anyone could do it, she trusts anthony lockwood could it, but also what a ridiculous sentence to say aloud. ]