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☆radia: It was nice.

[ that's sent much quicker for whatever reason, but the pace she's kept so far is resumed with ]

☆radia: A few people from other units came, so it was lively.

higanbana: Lively is better than not. That's good.
higanbana: Was there anything there that you particularly liked to eat?

[ ah

☆radia is typing... ]

☆radia: I can't really remember.

[ nailed it ]

☆radia: I'm sorry. I did eat, but I can't really remember.

higanbana: That's okay.
higanbana: Who all went?

☆radia: Other than people that were on the unit, Pink came by, and Intensity and King visited later.

higanbana: That's nice!
higanbana: Was it particularly eventful?

☆radia: It was nice.

[ ☆radia is typing...

☆radia is typing...

☆radia is typing... ]

☆radia: Is it OK for me to call you?

[ immediately, ]

higanbana: It's always okay.

[ there's no response for a good bit, and then

lucifel's phone begins to ring. ]

[ letting it ring twice before he picks it up, ]

Dia-sama.

[ despite being the one that asked to talk, she doesn't............. say anything? for a while? there is, she believes, a key difference in the quality of his voice, the way that he says her name, that she feels herself picking up on, but her tongue nevertheless feels too heavy and thick in her mouth and her heart lodges itself tightly within her shut throat and she

doesn't get it. she didn't have a single problem while she was there, so why is it an issue now? what would you even call this sort of thing?

eventually she ekes out, soft, voice forcibly even, ]

. . . Hi. I - . . .

... I thought... because I missed everything, I thought - ... it'd be good to apologize a different way, but . . .

[ she definitely can't let him see her like this. ]

. . . It's alright.

[ softly, ]

Take as long as you need, Dia-sama. For now, I'm glad to just be able to speak to you like this.

I'm -

I'm fine ... but if I can, then I - I want to see you, but I don't really want you to see me like this... . . .

... I know - you were probably really upset, weren't you...?

Mmm. I am upset.

[ not was - am. he speaks slowly, softly ]

That isn't your fault, however. ... It hurts more, to hear that you're fine.

[ . . . ]

... I don't...

... You shouldn't have to worry about me. There wasn't really...

[ but if he says it hurts him she can't in confidence complete the sentence, ]

... I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, too.

[ wry, ]

Because, I'm still worrying about you. Even though you say I shouldn't, I am.

So -

[ . . . ]

... I'm -

[ , ]

. . . Do you want me to come over...?

[ pausing, for a moment ]

. . . When you're ready, and no sooner than that.

[ more relief in her voice than she really intends ]

... Ah...

[ and another pause, ]

Then... it's okay. We can talk like this a lot, can't we...? I'm just -

I'm just glad you're okay. And Doodle too . . . He was really worried too, so...

Of course we can.

[ there's a pause ]

. . . . Mmm, I know. He . . . I did a lot of horrible things, didn't I?

... You didn't.

He... he wouldn't tell me what happened, but I think - he was more worried about you...

It was "Amakusa Shirou" who hurt you.

[ pause ]

He is certainly, certainly worried about you too.

... He didn't hurt me. I just - . . .

Towards me, at least, he ... he didn't do anything wrong.

Edited 2019-12-28 15:39 (UTC)

Then, what did he do?

It was just - . . .

[ a bit distantly he can hear sheets rustling on her end, the bed creaking as she shifts a little, uncomfortable ]

. . . I wanted to understand - ... I wanted to understand him more, so he helped me.

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