[ At this point Strawberry mewls, unhappy with the shouting and He Ming's increased squeezing. When he hears it he immediately loosens his grip and gives her an apologetic kiss on the top of her head—and then sneezes.
It takes a bit of the energy out of him. His shoulders sag. ]
So, like, fortune-tellers?
[ He's listening. It would be hypocritical of him not to, considering the reasons he'd gone after Strawberry himself (i.e. flickering visions of danger and desire). ]
no subject
[ At this point Strawberry mewls, unhappy with the shouting and He Ming's increased squeezing. When he hears it he immediately loosens his grip and gives her an apologetic kiss on the top of her head—and then sneezes.
It takes a bit of the energy out of him. His shoulders sag. ]
So, like, fortune-tellers?
[ He's listening. It would be hypocritical of him not to, considering the reasons he'd gone after Strawberry himself (i.e. flickering visions of danger and desire). ]
How do you know that for sure?