[ He's heartened to hear that. They did meet under very particular circumstances. Hap earnestly tried to give her what she wanted. Because, not despite, of that, he can think of more reasons she would never want to see him again than reasons she would.
Silly, indeed. She knows herself, or at least has pride enough to lie about it. ]
I still have all ten fingers and toes, respectively. Did you make it through the blizzard alright?
i made it through. me and the cold have a new appreciation for each other. at least, i think it's mutual.
( isolde, awkward and unused to the art of flirting with men (or women, while we're here), is grateful this is a text message. it means she can workshop before she speaks. )
were you very bored, while locked away?
( there. subtle. not a have you thought about me, did you miss me? to which isolde would not be shocked to hear the answer as no. best avoided. )
( difficult company. from isolde's perspective, that's one way to put it. )
so would i.
( one brief considering: is this playing coy, or playing dumb? isolde bites at her thumb until she breaks the skin, and then she has the nerve to double text. )
would i have featured in yours, or am i on the cliff by myself?
i was a pretty big fan, the first time. the drugs couldn't effect me that much. but if you want a do-over, i'll happily oblige. should i get the school girl outfit out?
That's a relief to hear. If I was affected by anything, besides you, I couldn't tell you what.
[ He harbored some concern about that. No one was compelled to act untrue to themselves, to his knowledge. So he deemed it unworthy of apology. He'd be remiss to imply anything they did merited one. ]
No schoolgirl outfit. Just wear what you like, and lilac underneath that, if you would.
( happy butterflies, beating their delicate little wings in her stomach. it's nice to imagine she can affect a man like hap — even the smallest flattery makes isolde bloom. )
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i don't mind at all, don't be silly. are you well?
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Silly, indeed. She knows herself, or at least has pride enough to lie about it. ]
I still have all ten fingers and toes, respectively.
Did you make it through the blizzard alright?
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i made it through. me and the cold have a new appreciation for each other.
at least, i think it's mutual.
( isolde, awkward and unused to the art of flirting with men (or women, while we're here), is grateful this is a text message. it means she can workshop before she speaks. )
were you very bored, while locked away?
( there. subtle. not a have you thought about me, did you miss me? to which isolde would not be shocked to hear the answer as no. best avoided. )
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Difficult company has a way of keeping things interesting, for better or worse.
I would have made different arrangements if I'd known what was coming.
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so would i.
( one brief considering: is this playing coy, or playing dumb? isolde bites at her thumb until she breaks the skin, and then she has the nerve to double text. )
would i have featured in yours, or am i on the cliff by myself?
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I think we're owed a do-over.
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but if you want a do-over, i'll happily oblige. should i get the school girl outfit out?
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[ He harbored some concern about that. No one was compelled to act untrue to themselves, to his knowledge. So he deemed it unworthy of apology. He'd be remiss to imply anything they did merited one. ]
No schoolgirl outfit. Just wear what you like, and lilac underneath that, if you would.
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lilac, alright.
and meet you somewhere?
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[ He sends her the location. ]
Past 10PM. The later the better.