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[ The moment breaks.

She's sort of used to this, now. Training is one thing — they both have a clear objective, which makes things easier — but socializing is another entirely. When his arsenal gets pared down to conversation, it's like turning the handle of a jack-in-the-box. If she's not careful, the gears will spring, and she doesn't particularly want that. She likes the box, neat and closed; prefers not to get giggled at by the thing inside.

Not that he's a jack, not really. Faulty metaphor, maybe. ]

Yep!

[ A pop on the closing consonant. (He gets off easy, when she considers answering with don't you want to know about me?) ]

I'll see you bright and early.

🎀

[scathe]

Alright, Amy.

[a beat. silence long enough to think he may have ended the call, but elias doesn't forget things as simple as cutting the line off, and the build of a new peculiar tension rises.]

You're favoring your left side. Don't bullshit me if you need an extra day.

[abruptly and before he can say anything else, he hangs up.]