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[willing_sheath]

[A standard pre-recorded message starts:]

Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message system. [There are a few long moments of dead silence before someone draws a breath speaks in a stiff, uncomfortable tone:] Himura Tomoe... [and another long few seconds of silence where she apparently didn't realize how to stop the recording.] is not available. At the tone, please record your message. When you have finished recording, you may hang up or press one for more options. To leave a callback number, press five.

[BEEP]



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Comments

[arkfall]

They expect me to be in on the joke. [Knives replies, still feeling disgusted over it all, but then he looks over at her and he can sense her mix of emotions.

It softens his expression and his own emotions too.]

At least we are alone again.

[willing_sheath]

So we are... [She turns toward him, one hand lifting to push some of her hair back as she watches him closely, unsure of what to do now that they were in private. She wasn't accustomed to seeking out what she wanted, after all--simply getting here had been a stretch for her. She steps a little closer while giving off the notion that she wanted him to touch her, the invitation as loud as she could make it without actual words.] What now...?

[arkfall]

[He doesn't usually take people to hotel rooms either. When he was required to fulfill quota he usually did it with Legato, not random encounters. He looks down at her and reaches out to touch her face. His hand settles gently against her face.]

You can tell me what you'd like. [He offers her.] Just the melding? Or more?

[willing_sheath]

[She tilts her face into the touch, looking up with dark eyes as she sets her hand to the back of his. She hesitates only a moment more before bringing her opposite hand up to set it against his chest, splaying her fingers. Her eyes move from her hand back to his.]

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