[ She's just casually skimming this on a break in Azalea with a hot cup of coffee early in the morning. Jill nearly spills the cup onto her lap (and poor Eevee) in the process of hearing that very first syllable. She's dreamed of his voice for years, heard it more recently up until coming here and it reverberated through her mind even as she slept. It felt like she had begun to forget the exact sound of it, that she couldn't quite imagine it the way it really sounded again. It wasn't something she cared to experience ever again after those three years.
But she might be wrong. People come here from all over. This could be anyone but him. Though she intends to offer some sort of advice, instead she pauses and ends up saying something completely different. It all stops and ends at one word. Her voice soft and wary, yet with that hint of sweetness reserved exclusively for the person she thinks could very well be on the other side. ]
...Chris?
[ Almost worry. She might be wrong. She might have just built her hopes up. ]
voice.
But she might be wrong. People come here from all over. This could be anyone but him. Though she intends to offer some sort of advice, instead she pauses and ends up saying something completely different. It all stops and ends at one word. Her voice soft and wary, yet with that hint of sweetness reserved exclusively for the person she thinks could very well be on the other side. ]
...Chris?
[ Almost worry. She might be wrong. She might have just built her hopes up. ]