[The effect is certainly eye catching. Joan's own feelings lay in a quiet smoke trailing her feet and seems more apathetic than anything. The veracity and agitation of this man's shadows... they represent feelings, don't they? Others had said as much and Joan wonders what sort of feelings he must have to create those crackling tendrils.]
Yes?
[It's an automatic answer born from being known her own life. All of the clones knew each other at school after all and it only strikes her as odd after the question passes her lips. Now there's light surprise in place of confusion, a soft sea of turbulence in the smoke around her feet.]
no subject
Yes?
[It's an automatic answer born from being known her own life. All of the clones knew each other at school after all and it only strikes her as odd after the question passes her lips. Now there's light surprise in place of confusion, a soft sea of turbulence in the smoke around her feet.]
... Have you? I don't know you.