012 ❀ Comfort is a mystery

[floreatnoctem]

[Chidori's expression is darker than usual, fingers toying idly with the broken headphones clipped loosely to one side of her dress.]

I do hope when the time comes that whichever of you sent me this will understand that at this point, it's quite difficult not to make the things that will happen to you as heinous as is within our collective ability. After all, you seem quite intent on making it personal with every person in the tower.



[Naoya]

...if I could please speak to you? I have a request.



[Strega]

We should talk, all of us.

Comments

[Private]

[floreatnoctem]

Na̶̴ó̸̸̢͡ý̷́͝a?

[Another heavy sigh as the network left her with an unintelligible mess, and she switched tactics.]

Sorry, I didn't get much of that. Can you repeat it?

[Private]

[imperialsun]

I guess .... rush....

mind...problem...

[OMG HE'S TROLLING HER we're so sorry.]

[Private]

[floreatnoctem]

...huh?

[It takes her a moment to realize he's messing with her, and she lets out the mental equivalent of an indignant huff.]

--that's not funny.

[...okay, maybe it is, a little, and Naoya can probably sense the amusement she's trying to keep a tight lid on.]

[Private]

[imperialsun]

All right, I'm sorry. I wouldn't want to get you angry just yet.

[Let's save that FORE THE BED for training.]

[Private]

[floreatnoctem]

So what did you say?

[Oh, she'll save plenty for when it counts.]

--and where are you, anyway? I should probably come see you today.

[Private]

[imperialsun]

Oh right!

It's a rush of power.

[Well that explains it?!]

Right now I'm at a terminal in the library.

[Private]

[floreatnoctem]

Well, that part can't be too different, in that case...

[To be honest, it probably won't be entirely unfamiliar.]

Do you need to be anywhere for a while?