UN: GreenDolphin

[strings_theory]

Sooo.

Today I learned that my strings do not in fact cut through bone.

Bonus: I learned I can have Stone Free type shit for me instead.

No, you're not getting any context for this shit.

I might have made a mistake this time.

Comments

[strings_theory]

[Pft, at least her attention is on the bookbag as she has no idea what he's up to right now.]

Didn't see the fuckin' network post or something?

Like I said, wanted to see if my strings could cut bone. Turns out just flesh. And muscle. So, hey, learned something new. [Jolyne, that is the literal worst.]

[bolderfell]

I did, I just. I don't know. Believed what you told someone about not trying to slice your own hand off.

[Looks like he brought some snacks and a drink out of the dining hall. Oh, and a book? Yup, that's a book. He swings one leg over the sill so he can set his gifts on the bedside table. Before retreating again, he taps the book cover.]

Don't know how long you'll be stuck here, so I got a long one.

[strings_theory]

You should know better than to believe something I tell literally anyone else.

[Wasn't the whole trusting no one and nothing thing Therion's whole bit and not her's? Oh well, who knows anymore at this point.

But the gifts are appreciated at the very least because she's just having her damn familiar go grab shit for her instead, because of course she is.]

Not the first time I've been stuck in this place, pretty sure this shit will heal quicker than the burns did. Also... since when do I read? [Since always, don't act like you're a tough bitch who doesn't, Jolyne.]

[bolderfell]

At least as long as you've been a nerd.

[He remembers a certain exchange about reading a certain horror thriller's work in prison, but he's not going to bring that up when she's laid up in the infirmary. Besides, the first thing she said raises way more questions for him.

He stays balanced on the sill for a moment, studying her.]

So you're saying... you lie to other people, but not to me.

[strings_theory]

Wow, I'm hurt. [In more ways than one, but she's really just fucking with him if that tone of her's dripping in sarcasm is any indication.

And he's not wrong, but she has a reputation to supposedly maintain, not that anyone seems to really believe her being as hard as she supposedly is. Or, if they do, they keep their distance from her to never notice or hear that shit to begin with.

Nor is she a fan of those words, given her distraction moves to him instead, trying to maintain eye contact to get him to drop the subject.]

Are you just now realizing that?

[bolderfell]

[The staring kind of works. He's the one to look away, gazing thoughtfully out the way he came.]

...I just thought you were bad at lying, honestly.

[Up he tugs his scarf, before he can look touched or embarrassed or anything.]

Anyway. Unless you need anything else...

[strings_theory]

[It's something at least and she'll take it.]

I'm bad at a lot of things, but lying's not really one of them. [Except it kind of is, but she wasn't really trying to lie to him in the first place. Not after the first few meetings, anyway.]

I... I think I'm good. [Anything she could want she's not about to ask for or about, especially not now and especially not here.] I'll let you know, if I think of anything?

[bolderfell]

Yeah. You know how to reach me.

[Or rather, she knows she can reach him, which isn't the case for just anyone with his username. That's the great thing about online contact. You can just let a message be Read: 0:12 AM and leave it at that.]

So, uh... you know. Get well soon.

[And he slips his backpack on once more, ensures his scarf won't be trapped in the window as he closes it, and makes his escape.]