I can arrange for a moving service. [ A desk is a bit much to be lugging about the blasted city.
The change in tone does catch him, however, and he leans back slightly in his seat. He is in the sitting room of the apartment, now with much more in the way of seating, an excess of pillows, and an electric blanket for warmth. It is all very...lived-in.
It occurs to him that before very long, he would have been in this place a year. ]
Ah, that would be good... [Though she wants to protest that she could arrange for such a thing herself, it... is nice to have things like that taken care of, isn't it? How practical of him.]
...ah. Yes. Yes, it will be.
[And there's more of that practicality of his. She'll be able to keep a much closer eye on the both of them. Though given his terrible luck, he's the one she wants to keep watch on the closest. Which reminds her...]
Safer during the moons, especially. A little... easier, too.
[Her voice softens at that last little bit. Perhaps 'easier' isn't the best way to to say what she means there but.... she's still working on her nerve.]
[ Estinien is already walking to his front door; he knows a courier service down the street that is willing to move large items. In the weeks - moons - since coming to live here, he has become quite familiar with his immediate neighborhood and the layers of homes and businesses within.
He does, however, take his lance with him. He always does, now. ]
That was my thought.
[ What she can't express, he just...lets pass his lips. ]
I would rather my nights be spent with the two of you.
[It was a little late in coming, but there is that fluster that he'd been preparing himself for. She's almost upset with herself for letting it feel like such a shock, for shouldn't she be used to his incredible bluntness about such things? Apparently not. It's still enough to redden her cheeks and quicken her pulse. Perhaps living together will help build up her resistance to it...?
For the moment, however, there's a bit of stammering before she speaks again.]
I... I hope you've a big enough bed.
[Oh gods did she just say that?
Quick, say something else!]
...anyroad! You've... you've actually caught me in the middle of something!
[Something that, once she actually thinks on it for more than a moment, is... not entirely out of step with where the conversation has gently taken a detour to. She falls silent for several long moments, fussing with her device... and then Estinien will receive an 'incoming message' with an attachment.
It is a picture of Dakki from mid-chest level up, quite entirely bare. She is off to one side of the frame, cheeks red and smiling impishly, and the rest of the image depicts her apartment's bathtub, full of water and colorful foaming bubbles.]
Estinien had been well on his way to outside, intending to use the side exit to the building, and so at least no one is there to witness it when he chokes and scrabbles for the handrail, nearly toppling from the middle of the stairs to land in an inglorious pile at the bottom. Once latched on, he can just...he can stare.
No one has ever sent him nudes before. Sending nudes is a foreign concept.
He swallows.
He swallows again.
He...slowly...types in a text message. ]
My apologies for interrupting.
[ The thing is, he had still been on the call, and still is now, so Dakki can certainly hear all of this going on, the choking and the tripping and the fumbled typing. ]
[She does indeed hear all of that as it happens, and bites the inside of her cheek in an effort not to burst out laughing in reaction. It is one of those rare battles that she cannot win, in the end, as when he finally sends a text response back, it all comes bursting out at once. Is he so flustered that he can't bring himself to speak? Oh, gods!
So he will hear both that laughter, and the sound of water sloshing gently, and then a quiet 'click' in the midst of all of it. At as Dakki manages to get a hold back on herself, he will find another message, with another attachment.]
My apologies for having startled you so!
[The attached picture is her in the bath now, apparently taken by holding the device up and above herself. Her hair is now damp, her skin glistens... The bubbles obscure some of her form, but it's a very immodest sort of modesty. And the smile on her face makes it clear that she's not the least bit sorry at all.]
Doing this on purpose. Estinien's expression becomes pinched with displeasure, which is really embarrassment at his own foolishness, and he heaves a heavy sigh as he rubs a hand over his warm faced. He needs to remember: he asked for this. This is an entanglement all of his own doing.
When he looks again, that second picture still remains, sweet and lewd in equal measures.
He resumes the call. ]
I doubt you are feeling any keen sense of regret for having startled me.
[She certainly is. It's quite impossible to stifle her laughter at this point, but she at least has it down to the occasional giggle, now that she's settling properly into the bath. Aaah, she'd been looking forward to this...]
Perhaps a little bit of regret...?
[Not that much, going by how she trails off into another giggle. The communicator is then set down on the side of the tub.]
Once I've moved in, there'll be no need for.... that. We'll be right there if.... if the mood strikes.
[ Despite the grumbling in his tone, his expression softens. There is a...value to this. A weighty enough reason to have driven him to ask, beyond the practical approach to their own safety.
He recalls Megumi's words.
He pauses, considering saying his farewells so that he can begin to see to the furnishing of Dakki's room, but he...pauses. ]
If you were to go out for an evening, where would you go?
[He grumbles, but he agrees, and that is satisfying enough for her. She closes her eyes and settles back and gives a little hum of both contentment and and 'so there', and expects the call to be ending shortly... when he actually speaks again, and has a question, it's a surprise.]
Hmm?
[She needs a few moments to think through it.]
I'd... if the weather's pleasant, I'd take a walk through the Greatmoon Groves. And then... mm, and then go for coffee and sweets.
[That's... a bit of a funny question for him to be asking. Is he trying to make plans? Oh...]
She answered his question, she agreed to his proposal, and now he is out on the street, meaning he has to focus on getting everything moved and arranged. It does not occur to him that he should have said why he asked...unless it is to be a surprise?
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The change in tone does catch him, however, and he leans back slightly in his seat. He is in the sitting room of the apartment, now with much more in the way of seating, an excess of pillows, and an electric blanket for warmth. It is all very...lived-in.
It occurs to him that before very long, he would have been in this place a year. ]
It will be.
It will also be safer for us all.
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...ah. Yes. Yes, it will be.
[And there's more of that practicality of his. She'll be able to keep a much closer eye on the both of them. Though given his terrible luck, he's the one she wants to keep watch on the closest. Which reminds her...]
Safer during the moons, especially. A little... easier, too.
[Her voice softens at that last little bit. Perhaps 'easier' isn't the best way to to say what she means there but.... she's still working on her nerve.]
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He does, however, take his lance with him. He always does, now. ]
That was my thought.
[ What she can't express, he just...lets pass his lips. ]
I would rather my nights be spent with the two of you.
Moon or no.
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[It was a little late in coming, but there is that fluster that he'd been preparing himself for. She's almost upset with herself for letting it feel like such a shock, for shouldn't she be used to his incredible bluntness about such things? Apparently not. It's still enough to redden her cheeks and quicken her pulse. Perhaps living together will help build up her resistance to it...?
For the moment, however, there's a bit of stammering before she speaks again.]
I... I hope you've a big enough bed.
[Oh gods did she just say that?
Quick, say something else!]
...anyroad! You've... you've actually caught me in the middle of something!
[Something that, once she actually thinks on it for more than a moment, is... not entirely out of step with where the conversation has gently taken a detour to. She falls silent for several long moments, fussing with her device... and then Estinien will receive an 'incoming message' with an attachment.
It is a picture of Dakki from mid-chest level up, quite entirely bare. She is off to one side of the frame, cheeks red and smiling impishly, and the rest of the image depicts her apartment's bathtub, full of water and colorful foaming bubbles.]
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He nearly falls down the stairs.
Estinien had been well on his way to outside, intending to use the side exit to the building, and so at least no one is there to witness it when he chokes and scrabbles for the handrail, nearly toppling from the middle of the stairs to land in an inglorious pile at the bottom. Once latched on, he can just...he can stare.
No one has ever sent him nudes before. Sending nudes is a foreign concept.
He swallows.
He swallows again.
He...slowly...types in a text message. ]
My apologies for interrupting.
[ The thing is, he had still been on the call, and still is now, so Dakki can certainly hear all of this going on, the choking and the tripping and the fumbled typing. ]
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So he will hear both that laughter, and the sound of water sloshing gently, and then a quiet 'click' in the midst of all of it. At as Dakki manages to get a hold back on herself, he will find another message, with another attachment.]
My apologies for having startled you so!
[The attached picture is her in the bath now, apparently taken by holding the device up and above herself. Her hair is now damp, her skin glistens... The bubbles obscure some of her form, but it's a very immodest sort of modesty. And the smile on her face makes it clear that she's not the least bit sorry at all.]
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Is--
Doing this on purpose. Estinien's expression becomes pinched with displeasure, which is really embarrassment at his own foolishness, and he heaves a heavy sigh as he rubs a hand over his warm faced. He needs to remember: he asked for this. This is an entanglement all of his own doing.
When he looks again, that second picture still remains, sweet and lewd in equal measures.
He resumes the call. ]
I doubt you are feeling any keen sense of regret for having startled me.
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Perhaps a little bit of regret...?
[Not that much, going by how she trails off into another giggle. The communicator is then set down on the side of the tub.]
Once I've moved in, there'll be no need for.... that. We'll be right there if.... if the mood strikes.
[And won't that be nice? She thinks so.]
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[ Despite the grumbling in his tone, his expression softens. There is a...value to this. A weighty enough reason to have driven him to ask, beyond the practical approach to their own safety.
He recalls Megumi's words.
He pauses, considering saying his farewells so that he can begin to see to the furnishing of Dakki's room, but he...pauses. ]
If you were to go out for an evening, where would you go?
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Hmm?
[She needs a few moments to think through it.]
I'd... if the weather's pleasant, I'd take a walk through the Greatmoon Groves. And then... mm, and then go for coffee and sweets.
[That's... a bit of a funny question for him to be asking. Is he trying to make plans? Oh...]
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Thank you.
[ And then he just--
Hangs up.
She answered his question, she agreed to his proposal, and now he is out on the street, meaning he has to focus on getting everything moved and arranged. It does not occur to him that he should have said why he asked...unless it is to be a surprise?
Not much of a surprise, truly. ]