( her whole body tenses, not dramatically; a stiffness that creeps over her as she takes in another breath. it's like thinking of chosen summoned him. she wrenches her gaze from her hands, looking up at zelos directly, and if she overcompensates a little, raises her chin too high and squares her shoulders too much — nothing to see here, move on — at least she isn't entirely aware of how hard she's trying to look the part.
he doesn't open with anything bad, so she relaxes an inch and gives it to him it as leeway. )
I'm not down, ( …even so, she's not all that inclined to talk to him about it, even with leeway. ) I'm …busy working. ( it takes a second of hesitation to pick the word. 'working.' right. it's a job. that's all it is. don't make it anything bigger. and besides, she doubts (hopes) he won't take much of an interest if she throws around things like 'official business.' )
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he doesn't open with anything bad, so she relaxes an inch and gives it to him it as leeway. )
I'm not down, ( …even so, she's not all that inclined to talk to him about it, even with leeway. ) I'm …busy working. ( it takes a second of hesitation to pick the word. 'working.' right. it's a job. that's all it is. don't make it anything bigger. and besides, she doubts (hopes) he won't take much of an interest if she throws around things like 'official business.' )