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[constellationprize]

Hi! This is ☆radia! I'm really sorry I wasn't able to answer your call... Um, if you need anything, it's fine to leave a message here! I'll answer you as soon as I can!
 

[ for phonecalls and texts ]

Comments

[notadrop]

To be mine, obviously. I keep saying that.

[constellationprize]

[ softly, mostly to herself ]

... That's what "mine" means...

[ then more conversational ]

But I'm already yours, aren't I? Aren't you my familiar?

[notadrop]

I wanna mark you, too.

[constellationprize]

... You already did that a lot, didn't you?

[notadrop]

I could do more, though. These'll all heal eventually.

[constellationprize]

Um...

It's fine if you don't want to, but... Can't I just come back later? Whisky does this a lot too, and he always just makes new ones when the old ones heal...

[notadrop]

Does he, now.

[constellationprize]

[ helplessly fond, ]

I'm sure he'd do something else if I asked him to, but he likes it a lot - and when I'm already excited I think it feels kind of nice too? Well, as far as he goes I think he just likes doing it... like we talked about before, he's a little bit like a cat!

[notadrop]

You should come see me after he does it some time.

[constellationprize]

... Really? Why?

[notadrop]

So I can like, make my own over his.

[constellationprize]

I -

[ don't want that? even though she's happy to do things that'd make ruby happy, even though everything up to this point has been fine with her, erasing what whisky gave to her is. even though she should be everyone's, although that was the intent behind her divorce idea to begin with, to cut herself loose from that bias, she can't bring herself to agree.

but how do you refuse something someone else wants? ]

... Um...

[notadrop]

[ gottem ]

Is there a problem with that, Dia? Use your words, dude.

[constellationprize]

[ slowly measured - sort of choked out, as if it is actually physically painful for her to say it ]

I don't think . . . well, it's -

Yours are good, but - I'm happy receiving them if it makes you happy too, but -

... Sorry...

[notadrop]

If you don't actually say it, I won't know. And then I'm gonna replace everything he's ever done or will do to you.

[constellationprize]

- Ruby!

[notadrop]

What? Are you saying you have a problem with it? Do you want to tell me something, Dia?

[constellationprize]

[ . . . ]

I-I don't -

... I don't want - um, no, I want . . . there's nothing wrong with yours but -

[ a shaky inhale, ]

I want - I want to keep his . . .

[notadrop]

[ just fucking

laughs ]

See! You want something! You like stuff, you fucking dipshit!

[constellationprize]

[ :( ]

... I'm sorry. Um -

Is that okay...?

[notadrop]

It's fine, idiot. He's your husband or whatever, I'm not gonna try and take you from him.

[ he's not the one who called me uncute so it's fine. ]

I just want you to be honest about stuff like that? I mean, like, in general. It's okay to want things, and you obviously fucking want things so stop being dumb about it. You're a person, surprise.

[constellationprize]

Um ...

[ a fairly lengthy pause; idle, uncomfortable, she gazes around the room with just her eyes, color having drained from her face

but she does paste on a tiny, weary smile ]

... Is it okay for me to bandage my throat...?

[notadrop]

Oh! I forgot, sorry.

[ backing off of her. ]

I can do it, if you want.

[constellationprize]

... Okay.

[ straightening her back a bit, resisting the urge to rub at her throat ]

... I'm sorry I made you worry...

[notadrop]

[ he walks over to his bed to pat it. ]

Still my job apparently, soooo...c'mere, sit.