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un: alcazarzaray

[indigently]

he's back and I kissed him
oh my god help

[workingslacker]

Is this really a problem?
That sounds pretty innocent in comparison to what you could've done.

[indigently]

no, I

[ He's halfway through the text when he realizes to whom he is writing, and he halts in his tracks. ]

Ah. Fuck, I'm sorry.
I thought I was messaging someone else.

[workingslacker]

Should I leave you to your existential crisis then?

in person | library, as discussed~

[indigently]

[ It's a few days after he breaks his ankle that Kaveh finally tries to do something that isn't just sitting in his suite and ordering his toolbox and AI assistant around. In spite of its size and relative flexibility, it's still his; he knows its walls too well and feels like he's going to develop cabin fever if he's forced to stay inside any longer.

(Ironically, it could be pointed out that Kaveh has easily spent more than a few days in his suite at a time, before now. It would seem that the parable about the grass being greener on the other side could not be truer for him in this moment, then.)

Despite all the assistance he's immediately offered by basically everyone, there are a great many places in the resort that simply aren't that wheelchair friendly, and Kaveh has no interest in attempting crutches. He declines offers of assistance, but even so, his actually gold wheelchair stands out like a sore thumb as Mehrak guides him through the library doors, left foot elevated and cast in plaster.

He's halfway to a preferred corner when he sees a familiar shock of red hair, and a small smile finds his lips as he raises a hand, voice friendly—but hushed on account of where they are. ]

Cale. Hey.

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[ Cale doesn't seem like the sort of person that spends a great deal of time in the library. He had enjoyed reading in his previous life and still does even now. Fantasy novels are his genre of choice, to the point where he has all of the tropes memorized. There are a few novels in this library that he has started to read -

But Cale is also on the look out for the novel series. The one that he had been reading before waking up as Cale Henituse. Cale's found some of them, but he's still searching for beyond volume 5. It would be nice to know what the future is going to bring and how the war would turn out - even if it's different now.

He has a finger on a book, considering choosing this one for the day when he hears Kaveh's voice. Turning, Cale's brows raise a little seeing the. Ahem. Cast. ]

What did you do?

[indigently]

[ Admittedly, he is a little surprised to see Cale in the library. They haven't talked that much but somehow the other didn't immediately strike him as as the reading type. Even now, he's not sure if he's wrong or if the other is just here looking for something specific.

He doesn't say any of that right now, though. Realistically, it's not his business.

Still, he wishes he had when Cale instead looks straight at his cast and asks what he did. His cheeks warm, and he glances down at the cast before he looks up at the other again, embarrassment written clear on his face. ]

I, uh. I went back into the dungeon again. Fell on my ankle pretty badly. It's broken in two places.

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[ Cale plucks the book from the shelf and fully turns towards Kaveh, arms crossed. He looks less than impressed with how the other man ( STILL YOUNGER THAN HIM ) looks. Embarrassment is clear, yes. However, Cale is starting to wonder if that embarrassment is because of the accident or if it's because he's just prone to attracting trouble.

He narrows his eyes further and uncrosses his arms. The one with the book rests against Cale's hip as he bends over, free hand resting on the back of Kaveh's chair. ]

And just how did you come to do that?

[greatestworks]

[ Special delivery! Delivered to Cale's room is a small, red box tied shut with a red ribbon.

Inside, wrapped in gold tissue, are four heart-shaped chocolates. These chocolates are dusted with large grains of salt, and have a sweet, woodsmoke scent. There are signs that these were inexpertly shaped from a mold, with the consistency not as homogenous as sweets made by machine.

The inside of the box's lid reads: I know you have a taste for spice, my friend, but have you a sweet tooth? I hope you enjoy these, in any case. -Phainon ]

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Quincy

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(( thread start ))

Go on, then. Just how do you propose you'd keep me "locked up" for that long?

[comfypillow]

Well... you wouldn't want to leave.

[workingslacker]

I wouldn't? Why is that?

Dorothea

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(( thread start ))

Ninth floor now. I'll have you over soon. So, in spirit of continuing this game -

How would you like me?

[reprisings]

Didn't you call in? I thought I was supposed to keep you entertained, not the other way around.

[ That's how it works, right? ]

So I should be asking you that question.

[workingslacker]

Can't it be mutual entertainment? I don't think that's unreasonable or difficult.

[ Especially because they get on well. ]

You don't have to try hard to keep me entertained.

Kleken

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[ Cale absolutely did. He's no STRANGER, exactly, but. Ahem. ]

Would they actually. Ah. Fit?

Re: Kleken

[lieabilities]

They can. Mine come in, and can be adjusted to, all sorts of sizes.

But most notably, they are flexible enough to slip into any space. The... suckers and all.

[workingslacker]

How is that even supposed to feel?

Date

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(( thread start ))

[ Hey, sometimes Cale likes being difficult for the sake of being difficult. How else can he maintain a "bratty noble" sort of vibe to himself? ]

We could always go back to the original subject. Do you prefer anonymity?

[gumai]

[ He sure is sticking to that vibe, to Date's despair. ]

It's not my default but it's fun sometimes. What about you?

[workingslacker]

[ getting too attached to people can be painful when they inevitably have to part ways. ]

I actually don't. What I enjoy are peoples' reactions more than anything else.

Penelope

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(( thread start ))

The "perfect boyfriend" would certainly use that opportunity to take that chin between the bitten finger and the thumb.

Topaz

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I can't say I've ever engaged in it before. Phones don't really exist where I came from.

Re: Topaz

[softstoneheart]

And how've your calls been going now? Has anyone called you?