"You're happy to-day?" he comments once, when she's dressed in a colour that's not black and her hair is braided messily.
"Isn't that a contradiction in terms?"
"Aren't you clever?"
"Cleverer than you, don't you think?"
"How do you know?"
She smirks at him with her perfect pomegranate seed teeth. "Didn't you notice I don't have to squish statements and bits that aren't supposed to have an answer so they fit into questions?"
She's called him on rhetoric and statements. Guildenstern, who doesn't mind admitting things to himself as long as the rest of the world isn't privy to them, knows he hasn't been this much in love since a year that didn't exist.
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"Isn't that a contradiction in terms?"
"Aren't you clever?"
"Cleverer than you, don't you think?"
"How do you know?"
She smirks at him with her perfect pomegranate seed teeth. "Didn't you notice I don't have to squish statements and bits that aren't supposed to have an answer so they fit into questions?"
She's called him on rhetoric and statements. Guildenstern, who doesn't mind admitting things to himself as long as the rest of the world isn't privy to them, knows he hasn't been this much in love since a year that didn't exist.