[Keith. She stops dead in her tracks, hand still hovering where she'd been fussing with her basket, like someone had pushed pause on a video recording. The name by itself had rung few bells, but his voice reached deeper, somewhere beyond just a simple memory. Like a scent that brought with it thoughts and feelings, and even if there was no face to go along with the voice, it stirred something. Kinship, loyalty, frustration, affection, anger-
Finally, she blinks, turning towards Richie, but her eyes are searching, as if trying to call up a memory out of nothing. A crease forms across her brow.]
Keith? [She tries the name on her lips again, and it felt familiar.
Another shake of her head and her eyes focus on Richie. Defensively, but not with nearly as much confidence as before-]
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Finally, she blinks, turning towards Richie, but her eyes are searching, as if trying to call up a memory out of nothing. A crease forms across her brow.]
Keith? [She tries the name on her lips again, and it felt familiar.
Another shake of her head and her eyes focus on Richie. Defensively, but not with nearly as much confidence as before-]
...How are you doing that with your voice?