synanthrope | Garage//voice//action

Skip to Main Content

Garage//voice//action

[There's the sound of metal on metal, and then an odd clicking, like heels on cement. The singing is low and soft, like she doesn't want to be heard]

The itsy-bitsy spider went up the water spout,
Down came the rain and washed the spider out,
Up came the sun and dried up all the rain,
And the itsy-bitsy spider went up the spout again.

[There's a pause, and a breath.]

The itsy-bitsy spider went up the water spout,
Down came the rain and washed the spider out...

[Her voice is technically very nice, but there's an odd flatness about it.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

That can be argued.

Bigger things stand a better chance, at least.

Yes. Always.

How are you, Finnick?

Getting by as always, Saya. Feeling better?

Very much improved.

You're thinking too hard about this.

I'll take that as a compliment. Most people say I don't think enough at all.

You think. You think enough to know that appearance is everything.

It's definitely a lot of it.

And you know there's no secret better than the ones we hide in plain sight.

Is that how you hide yours, Saya?

And what incentive have you given me to tell you?

I did run an errand for you before. Not that I'm counting favors.

Aren't you? I do.

In that case, how do we stand in terms of favors owed?

You ran an errand for me.

Good, then your count matches with the one I'm not keeping.

That's generous.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only