This post's authors have general content warnings that might apply to the current post.
View Flat HTML
View Metadata
Search Post
Isabella consults the alethiometer.
"Well," she sighs, "the ambiguously good news is, I think these variously phrased responses add up to: teleporting to separate works fine and won't kill her, but it condenses all the unpleasantness into the single moment. But at least it'll be over with quickly."
+ Show First Post
dark_light
dark_light
Really? All of them? That's pretty impressive. There are so many. And they come in so many kinds, too.
dark_light
It's such fun, after all. They are such caring peop-
Isabella's phone rings. She gives it a dirty look, picks it up, inspects the identity of the caller, and flips it open. "Mom?"
Isabella's phone rings. She gives it a dirty look, picks it up, inspects the identity of the caller, and flips it open. "Mom?"
prodigal_miser
Sigh. Well. It's not as bad as their first kiss's interruption. Barely.
Adarin is annoyed, but - whatever. Her mother didn't know.
Adarin is annoyed, but - whatever. Her mother didn't know.
dark_light
Isabella pets his hair and says, "Sure." She hands the phone to Adarin. "It's your sister."
prodigal_miser
"Of course it is," he sighs, taking the phone.
"Yes?" he asks, a little bit testily. He sighs again, and continues, "Yes. Oh, shut up, Ana. No, no that is not going to be what we're talking about, what do you want? Uh huh. I forgot? That was you, you're the one who flew off. No. Extra, special no. Because Isabella needs me to not throw my mana at teleporting for a favor. Fine, but not right at this very moment."
He rolls his eyes. "Yes. Fine. Goodbye, Ana."
Click.
"Well that was badly timed."
"Yes?" he asks, a little bit testily. He sighs again, and continues, "Yes. Oh, shut up, Ana. No, no that is not going to be what we're talking about, what do you want? Uh huh. I forgot? That was you, you're the one who flew off. No. Extra, special no. Because Isabella needs me to not throw my mana at teleporting for a favor. Fine, but not right at this very moment."
He rolls his eyes. "Yes. Fine. Goodbye, Ana."
Click.
"Well that was badly timed."
prodigal_miser
He snickers. "Yeah. That - would probably help."
"She uh - knows, by the way," adds Adarin sheepishly.
"She uh - knows, by the way," adds Adarin sheepishly.
prodigal_miser
"I mean I didn't tell her, she just kind of... Figured it out," he continues, blushing.
dark_light
"Is it because no other timing for an interruption could have irked you that precise amount, or something?"
prodigal_miser
Snuggles! "Also I think she's a bit of a pervert sometimes. It just happened to be right this time."
dark_light
"Vice-versa, if there was doubt - I wasn't being shy, I just never met anybody sufficiently appealing to bother."