hotel: harrow

[shaft]

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[shaft]

[ Love the aesthetic, Harrow. Claude is also here—ghostly and difficult to see, his body made out of a murky fog. He's still solid to the touch though, and his clothes remain the same as always.

He looks at her curiously. ]

That's quite the appearance, Harrow. A not-so-subtle nod to your necromancy?

[outsidebones]

Well, it isn't as though I picked it.

[she peers at him with some interest, though. fog...]

But certainly. Modifications to my own skeleton are something I might do if I had the ability with me.

[gross.]

[shaft]

[ um ]

And what happens to your body during that time...?

[outsidebones]

What do you mean. It continues to exist.

[shaft]

Sure, but it must be accustomed to your skeleton being a certain way?

[outsidebones]

Not particularly. I am more adept at manipulating bones than anything else, but of course I can manipulate my own flesh if I need to.

[her life is just body horror 24/7]

[shaft]

[ ??? ]

It's not painful?

[outsidebones]

Tolerably so. [she is very calm about pain, anyway.]

[shaft]

[ Lifts a brow. ]

You remind me a little of Dimitri. I'm envious of your tolerance.

[outsidebones]

Of Dimitri? [oh because they're both very serious and also have brain problems?] I suppose we are similar in some ways. We both take our duties very seriously.

[shaft]

[ yeah they're both despair ]

That about sums it up. Though I don't think I've ever heard Dimitri make a snide comment in my life.