JANUARY - FEBRUARY TEST DRIVE MEME

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[lordofthefries]

[He's safe, though Sasha's definition of safe means Bertolt is still alive and not still living in their shared hell. She knows nothing and as far as anyone is concerned, she'll keep on knowing nothing unless someone told her different.

So for now, she's still grinning, unaware of that prick of pain Bertolt feels, though if Sasha knew, she'd admit that she feels the same for Connie. That bald idiot hasn't even managed to get a taste of paradise. Her only hope is he keeps on kicking.]

Well, I just saw you... [Sasha laughs, but it's a kind of uncomfortable one. She has zero memory of this place back home and if the Bertolt she saw while under the watch of Mike and his team survived, then that's all she could ask for.] You looked... shorter.

[And slimmer, but that's a given.]

[bertall]

_{[That earns a small laugh, though it's weak.]}

I'd give just about anything to be six-four again, believe me. Buying clothes is that much harder now that I've got another inch or two on me.

_{[Seriously, even with the Big & Tall stores, there isn't enough in the tall sections that fit him right. It's the worst.]}

What, um... What was the last thing you saw back there?

[lordofthefries]

[Perhaps Bertolt should invest in tailoring. Sasha can sew. Maybe she can take a few of his hems down.

That's a question she expected, yet it's one Sasha hasn't quite prepared herself to answer. It feels just like yesterday that she was about to be squeezed to death by a monster (and technically, it was -- one minute there, next minute here.) Last thing she remembers is running down the path behind the little girl, but the last thing she truly saw was frightening enough to stick harder than anything else.]

The face of a Titan. [There's a wry look on her face, the kind all the soldiers at home seem to have plastered on their faces when they've come so close to being dead but by the grace of whatever force. Something like a smile of relief, yet the frown of knowing their existence is limited.] Before I poked his eye out.