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”Allô, mon amie! Je ne suis pas disponible pour le moment, mais laissez-moi un message et je vous rapellerai dès que possible! À bientôt!”

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[cache_coeur]

/Tout ce que je sais, c'est que tu aimes bien t'amuser.

Je connais cette personne?/

[sophielicious]

/... Quelle, que je couche avec ou le type qu'on parle de?/

[cache_coeur]

/Le dangereux./

[sophielicious]

/J'ai promis à n'intervenir pas.

I just happen to know someone who dangerously sucks, and I don't know if I should slowly get the fuck out or if I just smile and wave. Quick, what would you do?/

[cache_coeur]

/Would he retaliate if he knew you were avoiding him?/

[sophielicious]

/Je crois que non./

[cache_coeur]

/Jette-le, alors. It's not worth the energy, being around someone like that.

[sophielicious]

/See? Aren't you the best? Equally sexy, gorgeous, and highly-skilled. Knew I could count on you./

[cache_coeur]

/Thank you, happy to be of service./

[sophielicious]

/Ugh, I miss you, by the way. You okay over there?/

[cache_coeur]

/It's complicated right now, but I'm managing. I miss you too. Drinks sometime?/

[sophielicious]

/Drinks now, tequila, let's do stupid shit, we deserve some stupid, Sciel.

It can't all be serious all the time./

[cache_coeur]

/No, no, sorry. Much as I'd love to get plastered, it's just really sensitive at the apartment right now, and I need my head clear. Soon, though. I'll figure it out./

[sophielicious]

/I know, that's why I offered. Get through that, and when things are calmer? We're dancing on tables./

[cache_coeur]

/We'll dance on tables, I promise.

But what about you? All jokes asides, are you okay?/

[sophielicious]

/Oh? It's a promise? Okay. Okay then. I can work with that.

I'm fine, I guess? Let's see what you missed. Jules is back, so at least I have my fearless, handsome leader again. I got asked to throw a Halloween party, so I'm getting to that? I feel like my friends are having a much more shit time than I am, currently.

Oh. Met Verso, by the way. Again. Congratulations on the taste, once again./

[cache_coeur]

/No one would ever begrudge you a good time. I'm glad good things are happening to you, and glad you have an excuse for a good party./

[As for Verso... it should be easy to take the joint compliment, enjoy the little curl of pride at having bedded a ten, but right now, it feels so much more complicated. A little sad. Her thought back is relaxed, but far from girl-talk:]

/He's very handsome. What was your meeting like?/

[sophielicious]

(Oh, Sciel. She doesn't need to pry under the surface to know this is not the usual they have. Okay. Toning it down.)

/Not bad. I was myself, and he handled it well. He got points with me for that./

(Meaning, he was friendly despite her being, well, too much, she can appreciate that.)

/Is he, like, living in the woods or whatever? Who even stays at Camp? That place sucks./

[cache_coeur]

/Oh, I'm happy to hear that./

[But she thinks, with a plummeting feeling, that he didn't like that Sophie's a telepath. He struggles to protect his thoughts and feelings face-to-face even after decades of practice; she can't imagine he'd be comfortable with someone's word alone that they wouldn't go rifling through his mind like a portfolio.]

/He is. Just for now, hopefully, but he likes to be outdoors. We were lucky to get him in an apartment for even a little while, before./

[sophielicious]

(She's not gonna tell Sciel that she didn't go into Verso's brain. She likes to think Sciel believes her when she says she's trying to be less nosy.

Does not mean she didn't make it abundantly clear that she can.)

/It's giving... Survivalist./

[cache_coeur]

[He is a survivalist, a model example of what Pierre used to teach. Classes on sailing and the wilds, teaching children how to sleep in the woods and feed themselves and not be afraid.

She sighs a little to herself, but her voice softens with a touch of amused exasperation.]

/You'll never meet a better one. I'm hoping that if he wants to stay out there, he'll at least let us set up some creature comforts./

[sophielicious]

(Oh. Does Sciel, well, like him? Developments for Sophie to figure out as this runs along.

It's in her blood. She lives for this.)

/He probably does. We had a mission there, so there are cabins and showers and bathrooms and what not.

Although I can't imagine anyone willingly wanting to stay outside. Ugh, bugs, cold, bugs, did I mention bugs?/

[cache_coeur]

/It’s not so bad for those sporty types./ [His macho streak is endearing and annoying in turn. She’s sure she’ll see more of the latter with him and Gustave sharing space.] /For me it’s mostly what I wouldn’t have, out there. I wouldn’t want to go more than a year without festivals and colourful walls and a real bed, personally./

[sophielicious]

/I'll have to ask Jules if he survived.

I wouldn't want to go a day. That's insane. Maybe if you learn how to actually drive, I can let you borrow my car. See how he feels about comfort on wheels./

[cache_coeur]

/I’m sure Jules was just fine, some people just like to make a show of complaining./

[Speaking of: she almost laughs.]

/My driving is fine, by the way./