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[jacksonian]

[ voice / video / text / in-person ]

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[voice] tell me if this doesn't work~

[schwanengesang]

Hello. [ A long pause. It was too late to go back now, she already started speaking, and calling this an accident would be an obvious lie. She never does anything without prior thought, perfectly calculating her every move. But as of late, that part of her was faltering. Reaching out to him, for reasons she couldn't quite understand herself, other than she was feeling... lonely? She cleared her throat, doing her best to focus on anything but the nagging emptiness she felt. ]

I apologize for our last encounter, I wasn't being objective. [ Remembering their last meeting made her stomach churn, to think she let herself stoop so low to let her feelings cloud her judgment. When she speaks her voice shifts, taking on a much darker tone. ] It won't happen again.

Do you have time for a quick consult?

this works perfectly :>

[jacksonian]

[ He doesn't really know what she's apologizing for. Being upset? There's nothing to apologize for. She was exploited all her life - being upset over that is reasonable, not - failing to be objective...But regardless, he isn't exactly upset at the thought that their next meeting will be a little bit less emotionally fraught. ]

Yeah. I have time. You can come by my office, if you'd like.

Great!

[schwanengesang]

Maybe some other time.

[ She declines the offer, not because she's busy, she's far from busy. But she's exhausted, and forcing herself up and about doesn't sound like a good idea. ]

You could come by my place? Strictly business, of course. [ A pause. ] Or if not, then this call will suffice.

[jacksonian]

Your place -

[ Uh - ]

Meaning your home?

[schwanengesang]

Yes, or if you'd rather there's a small coffee shop near my home.

[ She could possibly drag herself out to that coffee shop, just maybe. But she's starting to doubt if this "meeting" was really worth it. But the way she says home is like it's a joke. This wasn't home, but she wasn't sure what home really was. All she's ever known was Dyad, which she's grown to consider "home" in a way, and then there was that island, where she was more or less locked up in a couple of rooms for days on end without a way to contact the outside world. Whatever home was, it was a mystery to her. ]

[jacksonian]

No, wherever you think is appropriate is fine. Text me the address.

[ He's just never been inside a girl's house before. Woman's. Woman's house. Anyway. He's never been in one. And the prospect is...mildly terrifying. ]