"What on earth--" Autor starts, and has to stop when his brain catches up to his mouth. No. Not the Earth. Lunar. The moon.
"Mia," he says, catching up to her. "When you said you lived on Lunar"--O, swear not by the moon, the fickle moon, the inconstant moon, that monthly changes in her circle orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable!*--"I thought you meant a place called Lunar. Not the actual moon!"
His stomach drops. The dizzy feeling makes him laugh a bit, releasing some apparently built up adrenaline. "Were I to come here a little bit ago, I would have called you a lunatic."
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Date: 2013-03-22 01:39 am (UTC)"Mia," he says, catching up to her. "When you said you lived on Lunar"--O, swear not by the moon, the fickle moon, the inconstant moon, that monthly changes in her circle orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable!*--"I thought you meant a place called Lunar. Not the actual moon!"
His stomach drops. The dizzy feeling makes him laugh a bit, releasing some apparently built up adrenaline. "Were I to come here a little bit ago, I would have called you a lunatic."
*Shakespeare