He’d been busy socializing during Telesto’s get together, but the little envelope had been on the back of his mind for the duration of the event. It wasn’t until everyone but he and Telesto had cleared out that he’d even had a chance to look over it, and it took longer for him to consider how to respond to it.
Not by much, it was only a few hours after he’d last seen Murikabushi that he sent him a message.
He’d returned to Mirrorspace to compose a response, if only because it offered a bit of privacy and safety. He didn’t have to worry about someone interrupting him, and it wasn’t like he’d felt any other Dark Mirror energy signatures since they’d disbanded from Telsto’s get together.
He read Murikabushi’s letter again once more. There was a lot to take in, some of which he wasn’t even sure how to address. Some he wasn’t even sure if he was supposed to address it.
Murikabushi had a strong personality, and he came from a world Jett wasn’t particularly well-acquainted. He didn’t wander in circles where words like ‘b***h’ were thrown around so freely–or, maybe he was just more aware of the words he used given that he was surrounded by women with varying opinions of the word.
Remarque didn’t look too deeply; he was smart enough to infer what was being said. Not too keen on words being put in his mouth, but he hadn’t spent enough time with Murikabushi for them to get to know each other better.
He hadn’t heard all of the conversation when it had been going on; he was across the table and speaking with Mithra for some of it, and before then he’d been double checking that Mirrorspace wasn’t about to play any tricks on them. He couldn’t remember anyone being upset about allergies, or such a topic being the source of any contention, but it seemed important to Murikabushi to clear his name about the matter. Of that, and other things.
It had been important enough to write a letter and withdraw from the get-together, and so, it was important enough to Remarque to answer.
He opened his compact and leaned against the wall as he recorded a message for Murikabushi. He didn’t feel bad about not making a direct call; Murikabushi had said to get some sleep and honestly, that sounded good.
But this, first.
Quote:
’Murikabushi.
Thanks for taking the time to write to me. I wasn’t really planning on chewing you out, but if you want to meet up sometime to talk, let me know. I don’t think letters or phone-tag compares to a face to face. Regardless of whatever happened tonight, I’d like to chat sometime. No pressure. It’s been a while since we had the opportunity to catch up. Let me know when you’re free and we’ll figure something out. You take care of yourself, all right? Have a good night, I'll catch you around.’
Thanks for taking the time to write to me. I wasn’t really planning on chewing you out, but if you want to meet up sometime to talk, let me know. I don’t think letters or phone-tag compares to a face to face. Regardless of whatever happened tonight, I’d like to chat sometime. No pressure. It’s been a while since we had the opportunity to catch up. Let me know when you’re free and we’ll figure something out. You take care of yourself, all right? Have a good night, I'll catch you around.’
He didn't know him well enough to say more. He didn't want sincerity to be misconstrued as facetiousness, and if Murikabushi was still sensitive to the happenings of the night he didn't want to dig in deeper. It was late, he didn't expect an answer tonight.
Maybe they'd be able to talk and figure things out.
Or, maybe Murikabushi had already said all he needed to.
Remarque wasn't going to play guessing games; he wanted the Court to succeed. He didn't expect them all to get along, but he wanted them all to be happy and healthy.
He'd do whatever he could to ensure that.
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