[That's kinda making it sound like everyone is dead. While Tim isn't opposed to that in regards to himself, he'd prefer that everyone else here be...not that.]
And make constellations with them. You can do that too.
[And she's waiting. There's no video to show that she's eagerly looking up at the sky, making flowers and cats with her fingers, but it's happening. Come on, Tim. Create something!!!]
[He doesn't have that kind of imagination, he reasons to himself, but the longer he looks at the star-spattered sky, the easier it becomes to visualize the blots of starlight as notes on a staff.]
[Even without the magical gift of stone skype, he can probably figure out the way her face looks by the excitable sound she makes and the happy pitch in her voice.]
Good job, good job! I can-
[She makes a concentrated effort to glance up at the sky, hoping to find the note, except she gets distracted by starcat number 2000. Oh well. That's Tim's special constellation anyway-a treasure in the sky for him.]
[He's not an astronomer. He has no idea what constellations one should be looking for. Even the common threads are missing - Big Dipper, Little Dipper, what have you. But they are, technically, somewhere else entirely. It'd make sense that the stars would reflect that.]
I'll write it down. So you can see it sometime.
[He has a notebook and pen. Brian's.]
[Some of the pages are still creased with his writing.]
[It's a simple offer, but one she takes to heart because it means he has to come back. He'll return from Umui soon and take up his perch at Denny once more. They can look at the stars in his book, talk about music, she can try to get him to smile and-
Well, it makes her happy.]
Okay, I want to see it. I'll find you when you get home.
[And with that, she points a finger back up to the sky and starts to slowly count the stars one, two, three, four- until she's too tired to keep her eyes open.]
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[Vague humanesque shapes all across the sky and she got to name them-incredible. It's always a good time to be a freeloading gremlin with no bedtime.]
I think everyone's a 'constellation'-I saw a lot of people.
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[That's kinda making it sound like everyone is dead. While Tim isn't opposed to that in regards to himself, he'd prefer that everyone else here be...not that.]
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When I look up there, I can see everyone's smiling face. I can hold my finger up and-
[She does it now, trying to trace the outline of a particular star elf.]
Put those stars together. One, two, three! That one's Taako.
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[He was never really a child; he never learned the sorts of things children do normally. That's not much of an excuse.]
I, uh...see. [He kind of does now, at least.] I guess it's a good way to pass the time.
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[It's so easy. Be a child, Tim. Is there anything else to do on a deserted plague island?? No, there's not.]
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[There are sheep here now, evidently, albeit of the...floral variety. Muffet's been keeping them, last he checked.]
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[And she's waiting. There's no video to show that she's eagerly looking up at the sky, making flowers and cats with her fingers, but it's happening. Come on, Tim. Create something!!!]
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[He doesn't have that kind of imagination, he reasons to himself, but the longer he looks at the star-spattered sky, the easier it becomes to visualize the blots of starlight as notes on a staff.]
Mm. Like a song on a staff.
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Good job, good job! I can-
[She makes a concentrated effort to glance up at the sky, hoping to find the note, except she gets distracted by starcat number 2000. Oh well. That's Tim's special constellation anyway-a treasure in the sky for him.]
I'll look for it too.
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I'll write it down. So you can see it sometime.
[He has a notebook and pen. Brian's.]
[Some of the pages are still creased with his writing.]
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Well, it makes her happy.]
Okay, I want to see it. I'll find you when you get home.
[And with that, she points a finger back up to the sky and starts to slowly count the stars one, two, three, four- until she's too tired to keep her eyes open.]
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[Tim won't be sleeping for a little while yet. But at least someone's getting some rest.]