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[prince_of_beasts]

A synthesized woman's voice picks up the call.

"Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message system. Two - Zero - Two - Nine - One - Eight - Two - One - Three - Two -- is not available now. At the tone, please record your message. When you've finished recording, you may hang up or press the # key for more options."

Dimitri hasn't figured out how to customize the thing yet.

Comments

[saltwaterlungs]

There's something that twists like a knife in her gut at that. The phrasing. 'I hated most the ones that would have hurt you'. Not just fighting to protect, but out of a hatred of his enemy. Maybe that's what she hadn't been getting all this time. Darcy's not sure if it makes her feel safer or not.

But he's asked her a question. He deserves the truth, that she's lost the esteem of one of the people who had been her guiding star here, that her girlfriend had gotten beaten up by someone ostensibly meant to be her ward, that she's probably going on a suicide mission to help the Captain of all fucking people.

He doesn't get any of it.

just tired
im fine

[prince_of_beasts]

Dimitri knows damn fucking well that 'just tired' is miles away from 'fine'. But he hardly has the right to push, does he? He can't tell Darcy he's here for her when he hasn't been. He can't ask Darcy to rely on him when he's just proven that she can't.

Okay
You dont have 2 tel me anhting
I dont have the riggt 2 ask

2moro morning sprts deck?
I ahould fho easy but i should start ttaining again

[saltwaterlungs]

i said what i meant
its not like youve been here to keep watch
so im tired

A low jab, one aimed out of frustration that he wouldn't just let her brush it off.

tomorrow
see you then
well both go easy

[prince_of_beasts]

A low jab that hits Dimitri in the gut. He lets it, flinching physically as his stomach twists. It's only fair. He deserves it.

Goodn ihht
Goodnight

[saltwaterlungs]

night

Darcy sits herself up on the couch, rubbing ineffectually at her eye with the heel of her hand. God, she was getting worse. Time to go pace somewhere until she wore herself out enough to stop feeling like shit and get some sleep.