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＂Frühling. Make it quick.＂

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backdated to 7/28

[bark]

I'd like to request your presence at a certain social affair. It's possible some information might be gathered there, if it interests you.

Have you met Miss Maya Amano?

copy o7

[allbite]

[ maya amano. amano. maya—that beach chick? that was with magato? or rather, is with. outside. in the heat.

all it takes is a look out the window at the still golden sun to worsen her mood.

this is why weather doesn't exist anymore back home. ]

Just what kind of information can I get from a social gathering celebrating a gossip magazine, Giovanni. You have three chances to convince me.

[bark]

[ he knows, okay. sweating it out in a suit is not fun.

but Maya did invite him and he feels rather foolish making the trip out there by himself. ]

There is information to be gathered wherever there are people, wouldn't you say? Some of them have been there far longer than even I have.

At the very least, you could loosen your sour attitude with a drink. Do you have some prior engagement?

1/2

[allbite]

[ are you bribing her, giovanni.

are

you

blasted mutt and his blasted social abilities and upperhand of having been here longer UGH ]

2/2

[allbite]

[ inhale, exhale. the heat is not going to overpower her. it will not.

but she still won't openly accept his extension so easily. ]

You're doing well pointing out a need for me to loosen up.

[ you should know better that her meeting people in person isn't something to encourage, especially if she's going to carry her sword around. ]

Whether or not I am available for such a field trip, I am not attending a children's party for those motives alone when I can do very much the same through this device.

1/2

[bark]

[ ...haha! he can sense the vitriol even in her text.

it seems his first try had failed, though considering the recipient of his offer, that was to be expected. he'd hoped to avoid any measure of humbling himself but unfortunately, that has presented itself as the next best option. ]

Children's party? It's no such thing. Don't you remember the requirements of this place? You'll have to be on your toes for a suitable encounter.

[bark]

I said I requested your presence, didn't I? That's an admittance of my own personal interest.

[ should he say please? ]

voicemail; backdated to a little after amon's arrival

[vavavroom]

[ desperate times called for desperate measures. ]

Frühling. It's Asami.

About that help you offered before...

voicemail;

[allbite]

[ well this is an unexpected bird call. it's late enough that frühling can respond to her message with little delay. she tries not to sound too pleased, but interest lies in her vocal timbre. ]

You'd like to take it up now, little girl? To what reason should I owe recognition?

voicemail;

[vavavroom]

[ a part of asami isn't even certain why she's doing this. she hardly knows fruhling, despite the woman having provided her with a ton of good, useful information, for virtually nothing. but while asami knows it'd be foolish to trust her completely, here she is... ]

I'm not a little girl. [ already, she fails. words spat out with more frustration than she would have liked, and she berates herself. struggles to keep calmer in the next line. ]

Something's come up. You don't need to know.

voicemail;

[allbite]

Don't I? [ haha, how hard she tries. ] Don't tell me your guardian has landed here and you are absolutely livid about his betrayal, but still can't handle the heat.

voicemail;

[vavavroom]

[ isn't she supposed to! ]

...no. Not my father.

[ someone worse. someone who could hurt other people, not just her. someone who has too much power over her. ]

His employer.

{text}

[heartboobs]

So... Have any men caught your eye?

{text}

[allbite]

[ so she really did accept the offer. let's see how this goes. ]

If you mean anyone I'm sexually attracted to, the answer is none in particular. Yourself?

{text}

[heartboobs]

No, not that! Just someone who you think is [wow can she type these words in front of früh ok yes she can] cute, or handsome!

And if you asked me like that, the answer is definitely yes!

{text}

[allbite]

Ah. [ she has to think. ] Perhaps one or two have interested me.

[ there was a girl but she went back home. :( ]

What about if I asked the other way?

sometime ... definitely not anytime close to after they had fightsex sob

[doublecursed]

[ pretty much nothing but this picture ]

1/2 R U IN THE FYUTRR??

[allbite]

[ —ah. was that... something on its mouth, or was that one cat part alien? ]

2/2

[allbite]

For future reference, I dislike cats.

yes . . . zodion 2022

[doublecursed]

[ he's kind of disappointed to hear that . . . ]

Oh?

I was about to tell you that the one on our left resembled you.

[ actually he had a hard time deciding whether she reminds him of a dog or cat but he went with cat because ..... they're meanies ....

she's a bit more like a panther to him

why is this important though?????? ]

get out

[allbite]

[ yeah fai why is it important.

this conversation isn't important. why is he comparing her to a cat after she said she doesn't like them?? ]

Not only are you sending me a photo of cats, you're comparing me to them....

What are you trying to achieve, Fluorite?

mail!

[doublecursed]

[ Someone will come to Fruhling's door, personally delivering her a well-decorated box. Inside sits this, and a note with nothing but

'I thought it would look good on you. Have a nice Christmas.

Fai D. Fluorite ♥' written on it, in gay cursive. ]

received.

[allbite]

[ the fate of this box would have been rejection, her gaze frigid enough that hour to repel the mailman, but somehow he withstands the frost to obtain her signature and deliver the package. frühling brings it in, stares at it critically, and opens it after serving herself a mug of hot water flavoured with half a lime.

(she isn't always drinking hard stuff.)

she examines the jewellery, her first set in her lifetime, and reads the note with a groan. she isn't sure what to do with it, but she's more flustered with the fact she had not expected it. that damn mage is a thought that comes to her mind, and she debates for a quarter of an hour whether or not to notify him of his parcel's receipt.

finally, she decides against going against it. her fingers tap at the screen. ]

What you sent isn't anything I need.

[doublecursed]

[ A response at all, is a pleasing thing. He finds it a real pity he can't see her face as she receives the gift - though, giving it to her himself might earn an unfavourable rejection. ]

Oh, I know that. [ Not all the things you have need to be things you need! ]

But I decided to send it anyway. [ WHAT WILL U DO ]

[allbite]

Is this what you call a Christmas present?

[ idk throw it away??? ]