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[carmesi]

no , you aren't the only one.

[diametrically]

You picked up hitchhiker too?

[carmesi]

that's what they're calling them.
mine is mostly standing inside the closet. i keep forgetting it's there.

( it hasn't evolved a lot for her yet. )

[diametrically]

Mine stayed in place until it didn't.
I don't know where it went.

later in october

[cartographie]

Do you know how to convincingly look like you're good at cards?

[diametrically]

I don't have to pretend.
Why?

[cartographie]

Do you have a suit, or something to wear that looks like you have money?

text, at a semi-reasonable hour

[oomfies]

heyyy ✨️✨️✨️

u up??

[diametrically]

[ Before a reply comes back, Cassian fully checks the time and squints, recalling this somewhat similar situation being something he'd been yelled at for. ]

Depends

[oomfies]

[ Lottie, in turn, squints down at her phone in confusion (having already completely forgotten said similar situation). It's a reasonable time? What does he mean depends? ]

..........

wdym depends??

text⟢

[carmesi]

( why is her heart beating so damn hard over a stupid text—

just send it, wanda. )

if i asked if you could teach me something about cars and stuff
would you ?

[diametrically]

Cars, yes. Stuff, maybe.
Depends on what it is.
Is this your way of asking?

[carmesi]

i don't know if you also know about motorcycles or just cars
and yeah , it is. so ?

text

[oomfies]

hii
just curious..
what holidays do u have on your world??

[diametrically]

Depends on the planet.
Ferrix had something similar to a celebrations like Life Day and Boonta Eve
Why?

[oomfies]

[ Nevermind the why, hold on— ]

boonta eve???
what is that??

on a delectable wednesday evening—

[oomfies]

[ —she's just realizing how much money she's definitely been scammed out of.

After all, she's gotten no text. No call. No random casual encounter thanking her for her generosity (because who else would be sending these?) or even a vague mention of the cute little box(es) of chocolates she specifically picked out for him.

..For Cassian.

Is he crazy? Maybe. Not crazy enough to never bring it up, she thinks, even if they are in some.. Weird waters. She stares at her phone, knees tucked up against her chest and it hits her, the fact her brain is running a mile a minute in her paranoia and she's diving under her blankets. Wondering: oh? What if he's ignoring her? He's not ignoring her, right?? If anything, she should be ignoring him (which is why it's so nice of her to be sending these candygrams!).. Are they fighting?

(Is this their first fight?!)

He won't ignore a call, right? ]

Need to know..

[ She mumbles, as she dials him, puts his ass on speaker as the phone beeps ominously. ]

[diametrically]

[ They definitely aren't fighting. It's just been a strange couple of weeks (a common occurrence in the Diadem) which has included moving into a new ("new" is relative it's a pretty run down apartment but it's theirs) apartment with Amos, an odd potluck that he hasn't quite recovered from yet which had been promptly followed by his blaster morphing the moment he had driven out of a diffusion zone.

Unlike his blood transforming, Cassian can pinpoint precisely the cause and time of the transformation. The fact that it had sprouted a mouth that was lifted into a perpetually fanged smile is unnerving but not something that he has to be concerned about. Yet.

Ah, well there's one other thing. All of the candygrams that had been delivered to his new address had mysteriously disappeared. He's not absent minded enough to believe that he's somehow misplaced them, nor is he afraid of any kind of confrontation and had quickly cleared up that Amos hadn't been the one taking them. It's a strange phenomenon, but one that he ultimately isn't concerning himself with - even if he'd like to thank whoever had sent them to him.

On the list of things he has to do though, solving that mystery is not high on the priority list. Doing some repairs on the new apartment though? That's pretty high. Something had clogged in the kitchen sink and he's in the middle of fixing it when Lottie calls. After a quick glance at the caller ID (if there's one consistent thing in these galaxies it's that spam calls still exist), he answers, holding his phone between his shoulder and his ear. ]

Hello?

[oomfies]

[ A lot runs through her mind in the seconds he answers the phone, when the dial tone suddenly stops and she hears shuffling. The distinct cadence of his voice, how distracting and kind of nice it is to hear his voice. Because it has been a busy couple of weeks— her own work has been picking up and her carpal tunnel has been going insane, sewing the way she has. Trying to fix thread tangles on her shitty little sewing machine, like she has.

Unfortunately, Lottie can never rationalize it all like that. That their schedules have been busy, and that distance between friends (?) is normal. But— they aren't normal, which means none of this is normal, which means it's totally rational to think they may be fighting despite him actually having things to do that aren't her. But, he answered. He's saying hello and her brain blanks, her chest tightens and she stares down dumbly at her phone.

..He answered?

Oh, fuck! He answered!! ]

....

[ Lottie immediately hangs up on him. ]

text.

[pse]

Did you make it back to Panorama okay?

[ Because — of course — she got his number at some point. Texting someone's phone while they're standing two feet away from her is her most optimal method of communication. ]

[diametrically]

[ There hasn't been a moment of rest since arriving back from Acreage. Then again, that seems to have been the case for him since arriving here. But as a result things have fallen through the cracks - things like checking in on people that he'd met on the train.

So when he gets Kimiko's text there is pinprick of guilt that he feels staring at it before he begins to type out a quick reply that doesn't betray any of that. ]

If I didn't would you have come to look for me?

[pse]

Yes.

[ It's a good thing he can't see the look on her face right now. ]

But if you had been dead, I would have let the cows eat you.

[ You know, those famously carnivorous creatures — cows. ]

backdated to end of feb

[oomfies]

[ In the middle of All This. ]

heyyyy
u busy? Lol

[diametrically]

[ This time when she texts him he's in the middle of laying tile down in their bathroom because a man's home renovations are never really done.

When his phone chimes and Cassian glances down, laying aside his trowel for a moment to text with one hand - ]

Laying tile
Why?

[oomfies]

[ Oh, thank god he's replying immediately. Relief surges through her at the fact he's not busy (he just said he was laying tile Lottie...), because it's perfect timing to the man trying to get her door open. ]

asking for a friend!

what do you do when you're being mugged