I cry a lot, but I am so productive

Oki arched a pale brow as he heard the rumbling of her belly, would have thought they'd disturbed a hibernating bear for how loud it was. Fable had never been the sort who couldn't feed herself, so a guy had to wonder why she was so down in the dumps. All morose and mopey, even asked if she'd died and hadn't even noticed it just yet. The thought made his lips quirk in a smile, now he weren't no thinker and that line of thought was inching dangerously close to that existential stuff. Reminded him of questions Maki would sometimes ask, head tilted, thinking about her stories and how she could really make them pop.

"I don't reckon so." But even then could anyone be sure? Dreams often felt real enough in the moment, only when he'd woken up did he start to notice the cracks, how they didn't quite line up with what he thought was reality. "Flatterin' that you'd think of me like that though, like I'm some guardian angel there to whisk ya off to wherever it is folk go." He was insufferably smug, all teeth and eyes crinkling in the corners.