[eudio] inbox

[brobeforehos]

1. text
2. call
3. inbox
4. voicemail
5. etc.

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caaalllll

[rogueroyalty]

[hello mae, your mildly sheepish thief-friend is calling you]

[brobeforehos]

[and in lieu of greeting.] Looks like you've gotten the hang of this too.

[ voicemail ]

[symptomatic]

Uh, hey.

[ Afternoon. There's some background noise. Out shopping, but she doesn't say that. Instead: ]

There's a guy here who looks like a human grape. [ Pause. ] Call me back when you get a chance.

[ That's it, that's the message. ]

[ voicemail ] i apologize

[brobeforehos]

[And the reply comes after copious amounts of laughter.]

I suppose now you know what's up...doc.

[symptomatic]

Oh, ha ha.

[ The disdain, it's palpable. ]

—wait, don't tell me anthropomorphic rabbits are a thing.

at the apartment | during the blizzard while hikaru is out

[larue]

[ It's mid-afternoon and he's prepping food in the kitchen because he hoarded some groceries from the store two blocks away. He's pretty methodical for all that the kitchen looks like an ordered mess. There's a box full of cold sandwiches on the couch because sure the Admin's got things covered, doesn't mean he can't do his part.

He's smoking though a cigarette right now, his coffee's gone cold and Naoki is keeping him company on the counter with a piece of shiny crumpled tinfoil to gnaw on. ]

for a second i thought it was mae's apartment and was about to go DON'T SMOKE BITCH

[brobeforehos]

[She has slept in the same clothes that she came in here yesterday - same clothes she was at City Hall in, too - only that's the only thing that makes this sort of feel like a walk of shame. Other than the fact that there is no shame, and nothing to walk away from.

That aside, it's been cozy here. She has to wonder, constantly, whether it's cozy because of the warmth or because of the company; constantly, remember the conversation with Ariadne and kick herself ever so gently over being a dumbass and a half. And yet, she still came here.

Because she's not the kind of dumbass and a half that ruins a good friendship with non-platonic feelings. Blossoming. For both.

While Mae isn't the biggest fan of coffee, she's learnt the appeal of it in Eudio. So because it's a hot beverage and hers has gone cold too, she's settled on making a new pot while Josh carried on prepping food. Beverages are her thing, not food.

After she pours herself a new cup and tops it off with milk -- aplenty -- she walks on over and touches his mug to check. Not asking, she takes that and dumps the cold coffee in the sink, refilling quietly. It's almost...pleasant. Dumbass and a half queen.]

[larue]

Thanks. [ He tosses a grin over his shoulder as he packs a couple more sandwiches in foil wrap.

Mae brought it up while they were sitting together, heater warm and close by at City Hall. Hot chocolate and booze is good, but people need fuel to burn and while he half thought to himself that there'd be a mozzarella stick truck rolling up into the drive, that wouldn't be enough to feed everyone. ]

Snowfall looks bad. But I think we can maybe go later.

[ They could time it for when Hikaru finished the rounds; using City Hall as a rendezvous point and then come back together. ]

[larue]

[ This hits your inbox on Day 6 of the blizzard. ]

yulia's in eudio.

[brobeforehos]

!!
That's good, right?

[larue]

yes it is i think i'm in shock

she's going to hate me but i don't want to let her out of my sight

text. idk what date this is u decide

[medals]

guess what today is mae crawford

text. 3rd of july amazing

[brobeforehos]

Friday.

text. good now pick a date for ravens gun range date

[medals]

technically correct

it's paint balling day, get yer boots on

text;

[boutant]

do you have any free time this week?

text;

[brobeforehos]

For you, always.

text;

[boutant]

you, me, some sort of date-like activity.

text.

[medals]

mae?

text.

[brobeforehos]

Yes, Jem?

text;

[rowancrowned]

My lady,

Would you be so kind as to dine with me sometime this week? One my son is so fond of must have a great deal of merit. I seek to glimpse it for myself.

Yours,

Thranduil Oropherion

text; can't stop laughing 1/3

[brobeforehos]

[That's the most unexpected text she ever gotten, and it's so formal. How does she even begin to reply? Dear Mr Oropherion? probably not. Hi -- nope, that sounds dumb.

(She considers texting Legolas in a panic, but then considers against it.)

Come on, Mae, mother raised a good mannered child, even if she decided to dye her hair pink and screw the patriarchy. She's got this.]

All right.

text; 2/3

[brobeforehos]

[WAIT NO SHE PRESSED SEND TOO QUICKLY FUCK GODDAMN IT.]

text; 3/3

[brobeforehos]

I meant to say, yes. I hope not to disappoint. Maybe we should pick a revenue with food good enough to distract you in case I might?

Mae Crawford

text.

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text.

[brobeforehos]

That's sweet.

Your dad asked me to dine with him.