[ He looks up at the green man, confused for a moment before he speaks. Fjord. It's a good name, and he mouths it slowly while giving the smallest, unsure smile. He touches Fjord's chest with a shaky hand, hesitant at first but then spreading his fingers in dark chest hair. ]
Em... empty?
[ It doesn't come out, though, and he makes a frustrated sound. It seems like the only thing his voice knows, because it is such an all-consuming feeling inside. ]
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Em... empty?
[ It doesn't come out, though, and he makes a frustrated sound. It seems like the only thing his voice knows, because it is such an all-consuming feeling inside. ]