Sunday... Eight

[breathedout]

From the Good Place Eleanor/Tahani bodyswap fic that I'm aiming to have done by the end of February so as to focus on the pesky WWI Canadians of my heart (NB I am aware that bats are not actually rodents):

It wasn't like the guy had exploded at her or anything. He'd actually been pretty nice about the whole deal. But it'd been obvious he was disappointed; and frankly, Eleanor thought, to kind of an unreasonable extent. Plainly, when Bambadjan had heard the word "soulmate," he'd expected someone who shared his passion for small nocturnal flying rodents: for reading about them; for identifying them; for spending the entire night observing them in silence with the help of night-vision goggles, as his later note informed her he was doing himself. Just as plainly, Eleanor's inability to deliver on that promise was a blow. All things considered the timing hadn't seemed great for springing on him the news that in addition to her lack of bat-related knowledge she was also a vast cosmic mistake who should probably be burning in acid fire or having her appendix plucked out by ferrets or something instead of perching awkwardly on this sofa, drinking a passable if milky iced vanilla latte. Probably the real Eleanor loved bats; would provide all the bat-related camaraderie he could want. Probably this thought would occur to Bambadjan, too.