[IC] [Mask or Menace] Contact Post

[dendarii]

"This is Miles. Leave a message and I'll respond to you at my earliest convenience."

The line has gone silent; any messages sent to this name only return an error.

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[keep_nothing]

[ She actually blinks here, surprised. ]

You want to write it down?

[dendarii]

Of course, of course. Has to be a proper love letter.

[ He finds a notebook and a pen near his bed and proceeds to start scribbling. ]

[keep_nothing]

You should probably tell him in person when he comes back, love.

[ But she take the glass from him as he scrambles up, saving the sheets and floor from wine stains. ]

[dendarii]

Letter first. Promise me you'll deliver it.

[ He keeps scribbling. It's ... basically gibberish. ]

[keep_nothing]

Now you want me to play Baba?

[ She peeks over his shoulder to see what he's writing, trying not to laugh out loud. ]

[dendarii]

[ Gregor, you are a poem. I don't understand you but your words are pretty. How do you put up with me? I think at best I'm a limerick. Short and often inappropriate.

... That's about the level of fine verbiage going on the page here, and he's scratching out every other word. ]

Just messenger, please.

[keep_nothing]

[ What hope she had of concealing her amusement is utterly shattered by reading this letter, snickering behind her hand in some vain last attempt to hide it. ]

[dendarii]

Mother, please. M'trying to concentrate.

[ You are also very tall. I like tall. Which is fortunate for me, and especially fortunate with you. Sometimes I sit on the counter just to watch you and not just to get things off high shelves. ]

[keep_nothing]

[ She stops laughing long enough to offer, ] You know, if you sit on the counter, you'd be at a good height to kiss him.

[dendarii]

[ Miles brightens instantly. ]

Yes. That's absolutely true. My god, why didn't I see that before? I need to write that down...

[ I'll kiss you in the future. And then, with a flourish, Love, Milenkij. ]

[keep_nothing]

I think you forgot how to spell "Miles", love.

[dendarii]

No, no. It's romantic. He'll understand.

[ He considers the paper for a moment ... plants a kiss on it, then waves it at Cordelia to take. ]

[keep_nothing]

[ There's one last choked laugh as she takes it, carefully folding it once she's read it over again. ]

[dendarii]

[ Miles, meanwhile, flops back into bed. ]

That should do it ...

[keep_nothing]

Very concise, love.

[dendarii]

I told you I was short and inappropriate.

[ He mumbles this into his pillow. ]

[keep_nothing]

[ She rises from the bed so she can pull the covers over him. ]

That you did. I'll make sure to give it to Gregor, [ she adds as she leans in to kiss his forehead. She hasn't quite decided when she'll give it to him though, as he left that unspecified. ]

[dendarii]

[ He huddles under them. ]

Good ... You promised.

[keep_nothing]

I promise, love. Get some rest.

[ She gathers up the glasses and wine to leave. ]

[dendarii]

[ He is gonna have such a headache tomorrow, so hopefully that was worth it ... ]