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you should've seen his face, she kept listing all the stuff she'd learned how to do living there, stuff like dusting the sticks

riding the rail

polishing the knobs

skinning the sausage

choking the chicken

that's when he started questioning her

his reaction when she talked about wringing its neck and chopping the head right off was priceless, i'm not sure he ever realized she wasn't a prostitute

Edited (i really just want to destroy your new ic post before you say anything about it don't mind me) 2017-09-19 20:30 (UTC)

[yikes

But... as is the case with all of his misfires, he just #rollswithit.]

Why wouldn't he have? These pass as poor euphemisms, sounding more painful than... amorous.

[...well. This sure wasn't supposed to go to Ardyn. BUT THAT'S FINE HE GUESSES? It's not like he hasn't had ridiculous conversations with him before or anything.]

look he thought she was there for his bachelor party he didn't realize she'd gotten the wrong cottage, he just opened the door and asked "are you from (whatever it was called, it's been a few years)" and she went "oh!" and started going on about how nice the other girls were there and how they'd taught her everything she knew

none of us were about to tell him, watching his face go from excited to confused to pained to straight up horrified was the best part of that night

[Straight into ridiculousness, that's what they do.]

Well, when someone starts talking about cutting certain parts off -- or it becomes misconstrued as such -- I'm sure anyone would be rightly terrified. I would be as well.

[Look it comes with the territory]

spare me, she was obviously way too innocent for all that

most of the time if a woman's making comments like that there are certain looks or body language involved, this girl was wide-eyed innocence talking about the stuff her big sisters had taught her

Well in that case, it sounds like he was only interpreting it as what he wanted to hear. Up until a certain point, of course. The poor girl.

A shame I wasn't there to see it. Though thank goodness for misfires so that you could share it with me regardless. Admittedly, this app being as unreliable as usual at least has provided entertainment for this month.

Hey, I need to ask you something.
Do you have the time?

Of course. What is it, Fynn?

[Talk about cold feet. Fynn almost backs out from this conversation even though he initiated it. This is a difficult subject, one he's not entirely comfortable with but Fynn figures this is as good of time as any.

He should've asked this sooner.]

So, I've been wondering...what do you remember as of recently? I mean you've clearly gained some sort of strange ability--no, correction. Abilities.

So, what do you remember?

[A pause.]

Where to start? There have been several, Fynn, and not all of them worthy enough to burden you with. Three alone, from last month. Do you wish to know about any memories concerning these new abilities of mine?

[This question might be seemingly coming out of nowhere but thanks to last month and what Togusa given him, Fynn finally seems willing to tackle this topic.]

Sure, I guess. I know your healing ability is...something out of this world. I never thought people could do something like that.

Just what do you remember?

[Well, then, they might be here for a while. Still, Ardyn will share with him if he wants to know, as he has no real reason to deny him, other than not wanting to worry him.]

Regarding my healing, it was something the /other/ me was able to do as well, yes. He traveled, taking others' sicknesses into his own body, all for the sake of helping them. Awful thing that it was, an ailment that rendered them into something inhuman.

[He leaves it at that, because he's sure this is where the questions roll in.]

You should come over.
I got something that I think you would like to see.

[Believe it or not, not telling him worried Fynn more. Nevertheless, he takes a moment to comprehend all this. He's secretly trying to match this up with his memories.]

...So, you're other self really was a traveling healer? Like some sort of savior? I wonder where you got your powers from. You've must've been...blessed by some sort of deity.

Hell, maybe you was blessed by Eden herself.

[they text, sure, but sometimes a phone call is better. immediately, hearing it ring, Grell's certain she should have asked for this in person, but in person ran the risk of completely deciding to leave things alone for another day. so having already contacted her moral support, she can't bring herself to put it off longer.

what did help was making sure nothing was going to interrupt her as she took this call, sitting on the rooftop. it felt right, and she's not going to stop a dramatic impulse.]

[Ardyn is literally herding cats for whatever unfathomable reason (brushing them) when his phone rings, and seeing the name on the screen, he's quick to answer. Grell will hear the jingle of a little bell on a feline's collar when he picks up.]

Hello, my dear.

[Accompanied by a soft meow from a cat, but never mind that.]

To what do I owe the pleasure of hearing your voice this evening?

Oh? And what might that be?

You should come see for yourself.

Wait. Shit.
You're not Majima.

[hearing the little meow makes her smile, though he can't see it.]

Missing hearing yours. And making sure you're alright - it's always difficult, when I'm busy.

[it's true, she had been busy - but also, she had kept herself just slightly more distant since she had her talk with Chuuya. mainly so that she wouldn't say anything until she was ready.]

bachelor party

can't blame him too much for thinking he knew what was gonna happen even if he was completely wrong

gotta say though prof you probably wouldn't have fit in very well, i can't see you in paris's red light district

unless there's something about you i don't know

Well, through no fault of your own.

[He certainly can't blame her for being busy with work, though if Ardyn has noticed her withdrawing ever-so-slightly in the past few days or so, it's difficult to not immediately jump to a sense of concern. And yet in the times he's spoken with her since, he has not felt a lingering of something being wrong, thus he chalked it up to overthinking.]

But other than perpetually missing you, I'm doing as well as ever. It's a quiet night tonight, which is a remarkably rare thing.

[He keeps the phone steady at the crook of his neck, balancing it with a lifted shoulder, and tries to brush Erebus who won't stand still.]

If you've free time to spare, you should come over.

Given that gods did exist in that world, it's a possibility. But the details of who I was, really, still escape me.

I don't recall one named Eden, however. Fynn, do you remember something that I don't?

That I certainly am not. It appears it's your turn for your messages to end up on someone else's phone.

I assume whatever you were talking about was for Majima's eyes only?

Such an offer. I'm very tempted, just so I can confirm the report of your wellness with my own eyes.

[lighthearted and easy, but she can't let herself get carried too far off, or she'll never say it.]

I had a second reason for calling you, actually. I was thinking about the conversation we had...earlier this month. When I was somewhat indisposed.

[who uses that word in 2017? Grell does.]

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