[he turns in the direction of the sound of her voice, and -- well, you'll have to forgive him for taking a moment, for staring. he's seen a lot of weird shit, around here, true, and it's all sort of becoming par for the course, but it's a little jarring right now, butting up against the mundanity of the L station here]
[that girl is a bird-harpy-thing]
[to his credit, however, he doesn't stare for long, forcing himself to look away after a beat, back to the train itself. after another, he hums to the affirmative] It's a train station, from my world. And for once, it doesn't seem to be bastardized by something else.
[not like the Merlaut, which was just a hotel, not an apartment building]
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[that girl is a bird-harpy-thing]
[to his credit, however, he doesn't stare for long, forcing himself to look away after a beat, back to the train itself. after another, he hums to the affirmative] It's a train station, from my world. And for once, it doesn't seem to be bastardized by something else.
[not like the Merlaut, which was just a hotel, not an apartment building]