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THIS IS A DATING SIM POST
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find the good end
or bad end
really, your call

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[>Approach and say nothing
>Walk away and say nothing
>Stay still and say nothing]

[You stay still, as usual. This is nothing surprising. You listen to Silver continue to count, wondering if or when he'll notice you exist.]

[You'll be waiting for quite a while, Silver. Because he's quite content to just sit there and count the stars for hours.]

[>Wait
>Approach
>Wait]

[You continue to wait for as long as it might take. The counting is almost calming, as it keeps time rooted in place.]

[Some time later...]

... three thousand five hundred and seventeen... three thousand five hundred and eighteen... three thousand five hundred and nineteen... [He turns, to face a new part of sky and --

Oh. It's that him.]

[>Say nothing
>Greet
>Idle sentence]

...You stopped counting.

So?

...

Three thousand five hundred and nineteen what?

It's none of your business.

I know.

Then stop wasting my time with questions we both know I won't answer.

...Will you count more?

I'm always counting, moron.

...

[:|]

Counting what?

What did I just tell you not to do.

"Stop wasting my time with questions we both know I won't answer." [You have his voice down perfectly. The bitterness and all. All it was missing was the static. But... That comes with the territory of being the same person. Your face doesn't exactly look like the face of someone trying to be bitter or nasty after you're done, either, because that wasn't your intention. You were asked a question, so you answered it.]

And what did you just do?

...

Then... What questions will you answer?

What do you think.

...You care about what I think?

Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you had two to rub together in that thick skull of yours.

...

[Sigh.] Do you know the time?

[Instantly:]

3:28:15 AM.

[Immediately, he looks for some sort of shadow. From anything, really. Something still. And then he takes a step or two back, shifts his body to face the right direction, and looks up at the sky for about thirty seconds, before:]

Three thousand, eight hundred and fourteen.