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[mycrosstobear]

"...This is Wolfwood. Leave a message, I guess."


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[adamantlyardent]

[oh!! he answered!

she...wasn't actually expecting that.

...she probably should've expected that.

she clears her throat.]

Ye-yes! Hello. I...I just need some help...retrieving something. From outside? I can see it from the front window easily. It--my shawl? Could you...get it for me? [all that stiffness is getting rapidly replaced by her usual bit of fluster with a slight serving of preemptive defensiveness:] I, I know that seems silly but I wouldn't ask if I could do it myself, so...!

[mycrosstobear]

Your shawl? [He sounds incredulous, but before he can insist she must be able to do that herself he realizes he never saw her at the end, in Jeopardy. Did she get hurt?

Feeling a sharp twinge of guilt over not checking in on her properly, he leans out his window. Well, there it is. Pretty easy to spot.] Yeah, I can get it.

[adamantlyardent]

[there's a stifled sound from the other line as Cecelia bristles to clap back, but...]

O-oh...

[he...agreed? just like that? wow. that's--

that's decent of him. he's...being decent again. against all odds...

after a beat, she clears her throat.]

Tha-thank you. Thank you very much. Could you get it and meet me at the front door? I'll wait there.

[mycrosstobear]

Sure.

[And he hangs up. It's not long before he's outside, picking up the shawl, and knocking the door.

It feels...silly. But, well, if it's going to help, it's not like it's really any trouble.]

[adamantlyardent]

[the door opens up just a crack, enough for her to peek through to see and confirm it's him. as if she hadn't watched him from the window at all.]

Ah! Oh, great! Thank you. That's very good of you! Good and generous and...and good...

[a beat.

she clears her throat.]

Right. Then. Ah, may I please have it?

[she holds out a hand.

...well it's more of an arm bundled up in a shawl with an oven mitt on the end, but you know. same diff.]

[mycrosstobear]

[Not same diff? At all?

He fails to hand her the shawl yet, on account of staring at her arm.] What happened?

[adamantlyardent]

[she pretends to not hear that, but she obviously has, by the way her face gets redder and her ear twitches.]

Yes, just...just hand it here. Please?

[mycrosstobear]

[He does hand the shawl over, since that is the point of being over here in the first place. But he doesn't move from his spot at the door.]

Are you hurt?

[He has to say that's a pretty odd form of bandaging, if so.]

[adamantlyardent]

[quickly, but without eye contact:] Don't be silly. I just--have a, a condition. That's all. Yes. I'm...quite sick. Yes. So, for fear of impacting you, if you don't mind--

[this door is going to get pushed closed the moment she can finagle the shawl through the crack.]

[mycrosstobear]

[How inconvenient that six feet of lanky muscle happens to be leaning against the door.]

I thought imPorts couldn’t get that sick

[adamantlyardent]

[omigawds why. it's cute in movies but right now it's obnoxious!!]

Wellllllnowwwww...now you learned something! Congratulations! Please, move away so I may close the door? Wouldn't want you getting infected and otherwise detained.