irl meetups & phone

[dissimulative]

Time to touch some grass.

There is nsfw in here. Shhh.

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[dissimulative]

[ Oria huffs an exasperated sigh. ]

You think that was easy?! You should still go talk to him about it anyway. Let him decide for himself. I'm sure he'd still like the chance to at least tell you the answer face to face because he couldn't before.

[ And thought Mithrun died. ]

[tablescraps]

( ... )

I see. It happened when I wasn't there.

( Not when he died specifically, but just - when he wasn't around, in a general sense.

Their crackling beeps mirror across the line, Mithrun by now distantly aware Oria's also in a hospital. But, here, though slight, Mithrun's heart rate rings a little quicker on the machine. )

... How typical.

[dissimulative]

[ It's noticeable because when something suddenly changes pace, so. Hm. ]

Fan all your disappointment at Sinclair in person.

[tablescraps]

( Do you really want to sic Sinclair's grandpa on him... do u )

... Why did you call? You already did what you wanted. Were you that eager to let me know I'm down one?

[dissimulative]

No. I didn't call to rub it in your face. I--

[ Oh, there's some rustling in there all of a sudden with some protesting noises in the background and some arguing--

"I'm confiscating this."

It's a woman's voice. Then the call ends. ]