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[soul_sister]

This mailbox is currently useless and I'm not bothering with it. Please try my secretary.

((OOC: She will be answering things here, naturally. She's just a jerk.))

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[overclocking]

[He stares at the offered hand for a very long, useless moment. The weight of how little he understands is etched clearly upon his face.

... Looks back up at her, finally, and the hand that finds its way into hers operates more on reflex than anything else. Nostalgic.]

...

You've always been really terrible at making decisions.

[soul_sister]

[Her hand wraps around his, just as simply, practiced. She laughs, lightly.]

I don't want to hear that sort of thing from you.

[overclocking]

Too late.

[Lets himself be led, in quite the reversal of their usual form. Somehow, he doesn't mind it; there's something calming to simply letting her pull him along, parting the crowd for him as they go. He can almost pretend he's the child he never got to be.]