[ 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. ]
[ 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? ]
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[ —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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
Greetings, monsieur. I've been told you have a talent for repairs.
[ Attached: a blurry photo of a moped with flames painted on the sides, with a smashed headset that's barely hanging on—among other dings and dents. From what can be seen, it looks like it sustained some major impact. Sorry about the shit quality, he's not great with technology. ]
[ Huh. He doesn't usually get two repair requests in a month.
But then he sees the image. Recognizes the moped. Remembers the daggers hat he felt thrown at the back of his head during Sciel's birthday. And pauses.
...He knows whose number he got, right? If he doesn't, is that really Cassian's problem? Whoever gave him his number probably told him, right? Which means he's desperate to get it fixed. ]
That depends on how attached you are to the moped I'd probably want to see it in person first. The damage looks extensive
event response,
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mine is mostly standing inside the closet. i keep forgetting it's there.
( it hasn't evolved a lot for her yet. )
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Why?
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text, at a semi-reasonable hour
u up??
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just send it, wanda. )
if i asked if you could teach me something about cars and stuff
would you ?
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Depends on what it is.
Is this your way of asking?
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and yeah , it is. so ?
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just curious..
what holidays do u have on your world??
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Ferrix had something similar to a celebrations like Life Day and Boonta Eve
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boonta eve???
what is that??
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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. ]
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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?
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[ 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. ]
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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?
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backdated to end of feb
heyyyy
u busy? Lol
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When his phone chimes and Cassian glances down, laying aside his trowel for a moment to text with one hand - ]
Laying tile
Why?
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text, april
Said you're good at fixing bikes
Name's Cloud. I got money.
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i can't believe verso would plagiarize me
this is just cassian's inbox he has nothing to do with it
it is scripture that i was FIRST
okay grandpa's time to go to bed
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HELLO CLOUD IS COPYING HIM???? text
[ Attached: a blurry photo of a moped with flames painted on the sides, with a smashed headset that's barely hanging on—among other dings and dents. From what can be seen, it looks like it sustained some major impact. Sorry about the shit quality, he's not great with technology. ]
Would you be interested in a challenge?
YOU TWO TAKE UP IT UP WITH EACH OTHER
But then he sees the image. Recognizes the moped. Remembers the daggers hat he felt thrown at the back of his head during Sciel's birthday. And pauses.
...He knows whose number he got, right? If he doesn't, is that really Cassian's problem? Whoever gave him his number probably told him, right? Which means he's desperate to get it fixed. ]
That depends on how attached you are to the moped
I'd probably want to see it in person first. The damage looks extensive
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🎀 until i set up moped a trois log!!!