"Then I'll figure it out. I'm pretty damn clever. We're contained but not kept as well. They trust us to take pills instead of forcing them down our throats. I'll test my bounds. I'll be careful. I'll find weak spots. I don't need a way out right now. I don't need a way out in this life. But I want to instill hope in fucking someone. This is mundane. This isn't life. This is boring. It'll give us something to do." She glanced up at the camera trying to get them in it's sights. She jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist, more of a dancing move translated to the bedroom life. "Something common to talk about with someone on a similar mental capacity than acting like dramatic highschoolers trapped in a teen mindset. Why are we in the same block, Mithos? Why are we just seeing and noticing eachother? People know eachother by name from graduating class. I couldn't have been but a class or two behind you. Why are we in a place that seems so much more deserted than before? Think about it. Give me an answer. A good one." She dropped her whisper three tones as she rambled. fisting the cloth of his shirt into her hand at his shoulder, as if he were actually doing something to her.<br/><br/>"Come up with an answer that doesn't seem similar to mine." she challenged him. Moving herself to seem as if she were attacking his neck with her lips.