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[evocation]

This is Kyna. You should just text me if you actually want me to answer.

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[danseur]

Getting there.

[ he clears his throat. it doesn't help. ]

Sorry. Don't know why I came here. I don't normally - roam.

[ he's only recently started leaving himself unchained for the transformation at all. ]

[evocation]

She pushes herself upright, stretching.]

You don't have to apologize. I don't mind. Does that like... hurt?

[danseur]

Yeah, well. [ he exhales. ] I'm a big bad werewolf, didn't you know. I could've killed you. [ and a pause. ]

Nah. Doesn't hurt. Just... aggravating.

[evocation]

[She nudges him with her foot again.]

I'm not afraid of you. Do you have to do this every full moon, no matter what?

[danseur]

Yeah, it's not really - negotiable. Twice a month in Hadriel, because lucky fucking me.

[ he tries again to clear his throat, then makes a face. ]

Did you give me a bowl of water?

[evocation]

[Kyna wrinkles her nose back.]

What else was I supposed to give you? A champagne glass?

[danseur]

I don't know.

[ he's grumpy and sore and uncomfortable. ]

A bowl just seems... undignified.

[evocation]

God, sorry. I'll use a glass next time.

[Ridiculous!]

Why'd you come over here, anyway? Just for that?

[danseur]

Let a guy keep a little of his dignity, yeah.

[ says the man sitting in a blanket toga. ]

And - I don't know. I don't know what I was thinking. Sorry.

[evocation]

[Well, that came out wrong.]

No, that's not... I mean, it isn't bad. I was just... you know. Wondering.