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 Posted: Tue Jul 16, 2013 11:38 am
Phina Fiona’s was almost always busy. Or at least steady. Phina had lovely clothes for just about everyone in all manner of prices. Young, old, man, woman. Most styles could be found within the store, save for the more fringe fashions. Miss Lace herself was very well liked by her patrons, and some came in just to see her. But even the most well stocked shops had their slow days.
Micah would just prefer they weren’t when she was working.
It’s not like she asked for there to be a line out the door, just something to do. She’d checked prices, put clothing away, stocked shelves, she’d even gone so far as the clean the shelving the clothing sat on. Still there was little that occupied her time.
Until her phone went off.
The tech store is dead. How’s phionas?
Micah smiled at her brother’s text, carefully hiding her phone from prying eyes.
Like a crypt. Nothing to do. I’ve even cleaned the shelves.
Micah cleaned the register station before Misha came back with I wish I thought of that sooner. And here I’ve just been standing around for three hours.
Go do something ya bum!
Honestly, sometime Misha could be so lazy.
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Posted: Tue Jul 16, 2013 12:20 pm
Alois internally praised his foresight. In an attempt to avoid ceaseless visits, he refrained from disclosing his new address to anyone in his family. He primarily did so for the few weeks of solace while he settled into living with Alex, but it proved unconscionably necessary to avoid all of his blood relatives right now. Given that they recently lost their father, the Scholzes were already far too enthralled by their own emotions. Even Erik, the most responsible of the three, had difficulty keeping up with the bookstore in his father's stead, due to interacting with so many everyday tasks that practically defined the man to the three siblings.
Katarin fared no better than her mother. The two waded through still-drying cement, trying desperately to maintain some shred of decency in public. However, under the weight of their loss, their paltry visages crumbled into their own sorrows. Sometimes half their days withered into reminiscing about the father and husband, how he often playfully encouraged the kids' strange machinations, or bought them gifts without prompt. Few ill words were spoken of the recently deceased. Any outsider might claim perfection for Brian Scholz, husband, father, and son.
But Alois could not relate,
for he killed the man.
And in the wake of that tragedy, hardly a month past, Alois indulged his growing desire to experience mortality to its fullest. His family received the call and took the words to heart. Naturally they clamored to visit, to reconnect, to seek some solace in drawing a loved one back from some metaphorical ledge.
But they could not visit him here. No, not in the midst of his lazily lit room, furnished to him by Alexandre. Here they could not find him. Here they could not pester him with ceaseless, meandering niceties. Here they could not hope to sway him from a track he never started.
Perhaps that was the only saving grace of his current predicament.
Due to errant stupidity, Alois aggravated the injury to his leg. It swelled and pained him greatly, to the point that walking proved an unconscionably difficult task. He recognized it as the repercussion of his own folly. And he bore that consequence responsibly, at least, by staying off his feet and adorning the gnarled, rancorous wound with ice. However, in his haste to get comfortable, he neglected the one item that might save him from ceaseless, harrowing boredom.
A book.
Now he faced hours of icing his leg with absolutely nothing to do. In a moment of desperate enthusiasm, the misanthrope snatched his phone off the nightstand and scrolled furiously through the stunted list of contacts. He must've overshot her name twice before he finally settled on it - Micah Driscol.
Yes, the runner. The admittedly awkward runner who greeted him so brazenly in the walking trails. She took quite a fancy to him, and -
Oh, that's right.
She may very well be involved in this war on the city.
Perhaps she might indulge him with idle conversation, and he might glean a little more information to identify if his suspicions were correct. Thus, he began his text message.
This is alois. Are you busy?
He paused, then drafted one more.
I am icing my leg. This s**t is boring.
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Posted: Wed Jul 17, 2013 12:13 am
Micah was in the middle of cussing her brother out for calling her some sort of name when the text interrupted her typing. It was a number she didn’t recognize, and so hesitated in opening it. What if it was some kind of creep or pervert? One time she opened a text like that there was a d**k in the message. Like… a real life picture of an actual person’s p***s. Micah wasn’t in any hurry to relive that, needless to say, and so stared at the strange number for a long moment before she finally opened it.
Alois…
Micah mouthed the word, brow furrowing into a flat line over her eyes. She knew the name, or at least the feel of it in her mouth. When the second message came in from the same number, she was still trying to puzzle it out. And then it fell into place.
Of course, Alois.
Micah grinned brightly, quickly saving the contact. She wasn’t sure she was going to get a text from the boy, and had actually resigned herself to the fact that she never would. This was just the most pleasant surprise she could have gotten.
Sorry about that wait, I sort of didn’t expect you to text me ever! Nice to know you did. IF you’re bored, you can come work with me.
xD
The shop I work at is just about as dead as a doornail.
Micah thought about it for a second, lips pursing before she sent, Have you ever thought about that saying? How dead can a doornail even be? Wouldn’t a coffin nail be more dead than a doornail?
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Posted: Wed Jul 17, 2013 9:10 am
Both texts went unanswered. So much for that idea.
What else might he do in the meantime? Identify the different types of plants around the room with Alexandre's stolen horticulture book? Count his stitches for the thousandth time? Call Cadha and teach that damned dog some parlor tricks? Alois' lethargy prevented him from seizing upon these several opportunities. How ironic - despite yearning for something to occupy his mind, he lacked all motivation to do it.
Instead he simply flipped open his phone and began scrolling through the photos therein, starting from the back. Perhaps it was torturous to do so, but he meandered through the plethora of pictures taken in Germany. Some of them were tourist locations, some of them were bizarre natural phenomena, some of them were his pathetically small group of friends while absolutely shitfaced.
But those times felt so far away. How much had he changed since then? How much did America, specifically Destiny City, change him?
The culture didn't have much of an impact. He still drank lukewarm water and sat down to piss. Really it was just-
The phone let out a shrill chime and displayed the abysmally outmoded gif of a letter flying toward the screen. Happy to be roused from his ruminations, he opened the message immediately.
Finally, a response from Micah. That only took...
Five minutes?
Felt like twenty.
Alois was about to respond when her second text message came in, discussing the semantics of the English language. What did they call those? Oh yes...
You're discussing english colloquialisms with a german. Have you ever thought about that fact? Alois hesitated, then canceled out the message. That's right; she hated 'rudeness', and he wasn't certain to what degree his caustic response qualified. I guess coffin nails have the propensity to kill you. Doornails are just He paused. What the hell is a doornail? Didn't matter - he finished the message with an i don't know and sent the message. She can figure it out.
Where do you work?
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Posted: Wed Jul 17, 2013 11:21 am
Oh good, so Alois did understand that turn of phrase. Micah smiled to herself, pleased that she hadn’t been talking to a wall. Unfortunatley, it had only occurred to her after sending the message that the saying might not be understood. And then she would get all flustered and embarrassed, and… she was just glad she was texting him and not speaking face to face. She could act like she knew what she was doing this way. Draft and redraft messages so that she sounded at least a little intelligent.
Babe, I asked you what you were doing after work.
Misha’s text flew in front of Alois’ startling her just a little. Well, that certainly was rude of her brother, however unknowing he was of Micha’s current conversation. That didn’t change the fact that he’d just shoved himself in the middle of a conversation that did not concern him. Micah pouted her lower lip indignantly, slamming her keypad a little too hard.
Fuggin rude, bro. I’m in the middle of something.
With that sent, Micah with back to pattering out a response to Alois.
Phina Fiona’s, it’s a cloth—
New Message
Whacha doin?
Oh for ******** sake. Micah sighed hard and leaned back against the register, wordlessly cussing at her brother. Did she have to physically type out “leave me alone for a while” to get him to go away? Probably, he was a little bit thick sometimes. Okay, so if Misha needed it spelled out, Micah could do that for him. It was, after all, her duty as a sister.
Go away, I’m busy. Work picked up.
The lie was necessary. If she told Misha she was talking to someone else, the questions would never stop. Who is it? Is it a boy? Girl? Do you like them? Are they hot? Can I meet them? Are you dating? On and on his litany would go until Micah filled him in. Alois might never get his response.
Phina Fiona’s, it’s a clothing st –
New Message
No it didn’t. Who are you talking to?
Micah cussed out loud this time. The few customers who were in the store browsing looked up at her curiously, somewhat offended. Micah looked suddenly very interested in her resister, poking at buttons and opening the draw to inspect its contents. Nope. Wasn’t me. Finally, when everyone had gone back to their lives, Micah picked her phone back up.
Just someone I met on the running trail yesterday, go do your job.
Phina Fiona’s, it’s a clothing store down on main –
New Message
Why, you’re not doing your job. Tell me about them. Boy or Girl?
Micah elected to ignore her brother and instead continued her message to Alois.
Phina Fiona’s, it’s a clothing store downtown. Well, technichally it’s a boutique but -- Micah erased the last part of the message. It was dumb luck that Alois understood the doornail thing. She didn’t want to risk feeling like an idiot again.
New ******** you ignore me I’ll just spam your inbox.
Misha would. He’d done it before. Emoticons, letters, pictures, anything to annoy his sister.
omg fine. His name is Alois, I met him on the running trail yesterday, he’s German, black hair, yellow eyes, I think. Tall, I’d say about your height, but lanky. He’s got a leg injury from a monster, so he’s like us in that respect. Anything else?
Micah didn’t dare even try and text Alois while she waited for her brother to respond to her.
New Message
Is he hot?
Well, ******** that noise. Micah tried to type at light speed, ignoring typos, to try and get Alois’ response to him before Misha started spamming her inbox.
Sprru m brotr”s an idiot. I worj at Phin Fona’s a clothink store tonwodw.
She got it sent off about ten minutes after she got Alois’ message, and three seconds before the just emoticon appeared in her inbox.
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Posted: Wed Jul 17, 2013 9:39 pm
The phone remained silent.
Did he ******** up again? It didn't matter; thousands of other citizens occupying Destiny City held that same chance of a double life. If he failed to spin her fancies, then he searched for another victim to enthrall in his web. And soon, out of all the ceaseless victims that succumbed to his vile intentions, he may yet build a bridge.
And that bridge yearned to deliver unto him the baser path of Destiny City. No, not him - Bischofite.
He was simply aiding his alter ego.
Still, the seconds crawled like sleepless maggots. Each minute decayed at a tortuously plodding rate. How long must he suffer like this? Due to the time of day, there was no chance of Alexandre saving him. With his family out of the picture, Katarin lacked the means to entertain him, as she normally would. And without a book, how might he kill time autonomously?
... Apart from the obvious.
But with the ice so close to his goods, it seemed a distant possibility.
Alois considered texting her once more, but she might interpret that as some sort of need. He didn't need her. He didn't need her to think he did. He didn't need her to respond. Still, his impetuous boredom threatened to bend his actions toward desperation. He may yet text her, and for those precious seconds, he might find solace in something to do. However, that impulsive moment may wreck his careful plans. But hadn't he already decided that she wasn't a necessity? Why consider her one now?
Oh for ******** sake, all that boredom put him in such a pensive mood.
This was going nowhere.
Once more he tried to sleep, despite his mind turning fruitlessly. It leapt from memory to loosely-related facts to faces he barely recognized. It filtered through all the miscellaneous information he collected over the years, dancing between so many erratic trains of thought that he practically pined for some direction. Something. Somewhere. Someone. It didn't matter. He just needed even the slightest bedrock to bury an anchor, so that he might not drift forever.
A shrill chime. That hardly constituted a foghorn.
... Oh right, that was his phone.
After a long minute of pointless endeavors toward sleep, he finally checked his phone. Despite furrowing his brow and studying the keyboard, he failed to make any sense of the apparent gibberish sent his way. Did she type without looking? Was she drunk? Was she in the midst of a store robbery, trying to send off a desperate message for help?
Now he was just entertaining fairytales.
Try not to type with your a** next time. Forget it; she'd likely consider it rude and go on a tirade about how he must be gay again. How frustrating.
I only know english and german; i can't read retard. No.
I asked for an answer, not a seizure. Oh, what the hell.
What? All I understood was i - idiot - at - a - store. He'd find out soon if that one was worth sending.
However, he couldn't resist another slight jab. Do you want to just meet up sometime? You seem to have trouble typing.
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Posted: Wed Jul 17, 2013 10:42 pm
Micah laughed at the last message, drawing more attention to herself. Again, she hide behind her hair, biting her lip. It was funny, teasing but… did Alois just ask her out? She pulled on a lock of her hair and twirled it around her finger nervously, trying to decide. He’d only just met her yesterday, and it wasn’t like they got off on the best foot. They’d left on sort of an awkward one.
New Message
And she had been sweaty and gross, so it wasn’t like her beauty outshone her personality. Her beauty didn’t really do anything but just… go AWOL when she’s anywhere but her room. So at her best she sort of looked like a feral cat with hella hair. So then… why was Alois asking her out? She’d been horrible and ugly. Unless…
New Message
It was a trap. Micah’s heart fell at the prospect. It had to be, that was the only logical conclusion. Alois was tricking her. He was going to show up and be horrible or not show up at all. He might bring a group of friends to laugh at her. And then her mind jumped to the unthinkable. If he brought friends, what was he planning? Was Alois going to have them beat her up… or worse…?
New Message
No, that was silly. Micah laughed again, making faces at herself for being so stupid. Alois was her friend, right? He wouldn’t do that. He was just wanting to hang out. Like friends do.
New message
But she’d thought for so long already. Several minutes at least. What if Alois knew she was freaking out? Would he lose interest in her? Who wanted to be friends with a crazy person? No one, that was who. Did she just ruin something that could have been great? Her only good friend in Destiny City was a 12 year old and one other girl so (she didn’t count Leto… or Remarque… or Lesath… That didn’t sound like a good idea.)
New Message
Or did she dodge a bullet? What is Alois really did have something nefarious planned? Did she just save her own skin, her own life, and more? The idea of not being humiliated did sound like a really good idea and everything. She wasn’t really all that fond of being laughed at.
New Message
God ******** damn it Misha what?!
SO TELL ME DOES HE OR DOES HE NOT WANT DAT a**
IF HE DID I WOULD NOT, IN FACT, TELL YOU, FREAK
Quickly making up her mind, Micah pulled Alois’ message back up.
It’s not me, it’s my brother being retarded. But yeah, I’d like to get together. I get off in about four hours but I’m off all day tomorrow. Either one sound better than the other?
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Posted: Sat Jul 20, 2013 10:37 am
Work must've been picking up. How disappointing; he hoped he might shirk the boredom by texting her, yet the delay in her responses only heightened his awareness of it. With every moment stretching to an hour, and his mind wandering about the room for something to do, each belated message felt like it took an eternity.
But that was part of the mystique, right?
Alois considered that his final message may have been too forward, that he could've deterred her from speaking with him. Then what? Text her and apologize for an offense not yet recognized? Grovel over stipulations? What a preposterous idea - this boredom dulled his mind to strange, postulating drivel. Perhaps this experiment, the entire concept of testing her through contact, was a mistake. Maybe he should've stewed in his boredom and avoided messaging her. Maybe he should've limited their contact to something relatively lighthearted and easy to digest.
Maybe he shouldn't have essentially asked her out.
In a fit of desperation, he fought the desire to just throw the phone. The thought of possibly breaking it gleaned a little excitement, but compared to actually being up and about, it paled. Sure, it might've been exciting to know he chipped the paint, or broke a window, and the thought of Alexandre's reactions coaxed a smirk out of him, but overall it didn't make much of a difference. He'd be left paying for damages that proved mediocre.
Instead he held onto the phone, sifting through his photos one last time. Schwarzwald. Bexbach. Areas with names long since forgotten. However, staring at reminders did him little good.
He was still bored.
Until he heard the chime.
Her message surprised him, though he did not know why. There were only two potential answers to his question, and at a 50% rate, both were equally predictable. So why was he surprised?
The better question was, where should they go?
Tomorrow is best. Let's sneak into the abandoned fac No. No need to run her off with his personal ventures just yet. He needed somewhere more... normal. More easily accepted. Like ice cream as opposed to fried scorpion.
Someplace... safe.
Tomorrow is best. He sent the message and allowed for a pause. She should wait for a change.
I ripped my stitches so I have to stay away from walking much. Now where might be an appropriate location... Somewhere that both demonstrates his taste, yet wasn't terribly off the mark for acceptable meeting places. How do you feel about visiting the freeway overpass? He pressed send without thinking.
Well, now he just sounded suicidal. Wünderbar.
I mean the one that's under construction. Send. That sounded so much better... if by better, he meant more moronic.
Not like he could recant it now.
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Posted: Sat Jul 20, 2013 2:34 pm
Okay, so Micah had been asked out on a date, accepted, and now they were making plans. This was normal. So why was she shaking so hard? She stared at her phone long and hard as she waited for Alois to finish his response. Or… was she meant to make the plans? What that a German norm or just Alois’ preference. She didn’t want to run a potential date off before she even had time to hint at how crazy she really was…
The free way overpass? Micah wondered, vaguely, if Alois knew about some club she didn’t. If this was code for something. Or maybe did he just mean the overpass? In which case the obvious question of “why” surfaced. What did the overpass hold that might be intriguing? Much less one other construction.
Easy place to hide a body
Micah swallowed hard at the thought, unknowingly beginning to clench and un clench her free hand. She supposed she could just… bring her henshin pen and power up if need be. Get away and secretly transform into Acubens. She didn’t need to fight, but her attack would make for a clean get away. If she could get away long enough to henshin up, that was.
Overpass? Um… maybe something a little less… in the hard hat dress code… I can cook. Since you’re down and out, I could have you over and cook for you. Or we could just go out. I know it’s a little traditional, but…
After sending the message she wanted to redact it. Maybe he just really wanted to go to the over pass for some reason. Maybe he liked to watch construction. Maybe he liked to watch the cars. Maybe he justed liked the ******** overpass, Micah, you idiot. Quickly she fumbled with the keys, adding, Unless your heart is set on the over pass, then I can suck it up. I’m a big girl, I can take it =^u^=
Was the emoticon really necessary? She sounded like she was in middle school and was still in her “Lol TACOS” phase. She still shuddered when she thought about how she used to actually in that girl.
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Posted: Sat Jul 20, 2013 7:18 pm
She wanted to cook for him already? Great, did he pick one of the loons by chance, or did he just strike out on every occasion? Curiously this situation sounded more and more like Misery, and though he was not a prolific author, he might find himself trapped in the midst of her devilish fancies. However, should it come to such a dismally appropriate end to the evening, he always carried his switchblade.
And what better way to go than in a romantic double-murder? Even with his handicapped leg, he suspected he might win that fight.
With her next message, it confirmed that either she was already entirely attached or perhaps not quite enthralled with her life. Given his propensity for such elevated mortal choices, as evidenced by Bischofite, he might even assist her in that regard. But... somehow he doubted she possessed any inclinations toward death. No one could manifest that kind of passion while still entertaining the idea of perishing at any moment. Though... Perhaps the thought of death is what nourished such fervency.
Now wouldn't that endear her to him?
But...
What the ******** was wrong with that last part? Was it some ******** from the phone, or did she write that herself? If she did...
What the hell was it?
Alois puzzled over the strange set of characters for a few moments, tilting the screen occasionally in hopes of rendering some recognition. When none came, and he tired of staring at the random symbols, he finally gave up and squinted at the screen. It sort of looked like a face. Maybe a happy face. But what was with the s**t on the sides? Were those supposed to be whiskers? Were the carrots supposed to be ears, then? If so, where were the eyes? Oh ******** it, the emote was useless anyway.
Now that he wasted all that time puzzling out her strange choice of faces, he should probably reply. After all, it wouldn't benefit him to keep Annie Wilkes waiting. That sounds acceptable. And by acceptable, he meant incredibly forward. Will your parents be there? He considered mimicking her emote to see her reaction, but decided to play it safe and send the message as-is.
She didn't need to learn of his clever and conniving ways so soon.
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Posted: Sat Jul 20, 2013 7:40 pm
Micah had resigned herself to the fact that she’d Run Alois off and stuck her phone in her back pocket, returning to what little work she had to do. A couple of customers asked her questions, which she answered with a little less fervor than she normally would. A kind smile that crinkled her nose and tilted her head. She tossed her hair excitedly, trying to pass herself off as totally not-bummed out. Still, there was a sinking feeling in her gut that she couldn’t ignore. She’d screwed up – again. Raise your hand if you’re surprised. Yeah that’s what Micah thought. No one. Absently, she adjusted a stack of blouses, pointing the fold and therefore the sized outward.
Yeah, act like the attention starved child you are, Micah. Invite him over right away. That’s a good plan. That’s not at all creepy, right? You idiot. Micah scoffed at herself, slamming a shoe down onto its stand a little too hard. And he was attractive too. Not like… Tom Hiddleston, knock you backwards, I can’t breathe attractive but… it made her look twice. Maybe three times. Had she not been so irritated she might have even tried to flirt. Tried beign the operative word there, as evidenced just a few moments ago, she was no good at it.
It was probably the emoticon. Or at least that was a factor. It had to be. ‘Woah, this chick is either crazy or a child. Either way, no go.’ Good. Job. Mykes.
So lost was she in her thoughts that when her phone went off she jumped. Luckily no one was in the shop, so she was saved from embarrassment.
Acceptable? That was… good right? Or was Alois just feeling sorry for her? Did he just think she was a child now, and needed to be humored? God, that would be humiliating. More so than being stood up or laughed at outwardly. Micah hated being pitied. Her lips thinned into an angry line as she stared at the text, eyes heating and threatening to leak. She should just call this off now. Plead insanity and never see Alois again to avoid further embarrassment. The only think that kept her from sending the cancellation, claiming that she just got asked to work tomorrow, was Alois’ second message.
Now what the ******** did that mean?
She looked around hastily, searching for advice. If she were calmer, she’d ask Misha was to do. Instead, her mind spiraled back to the dark corners of her fears. Inviting him over had opened up Micah’s innermost sanctum. Her home. Her haven. Alois was being allowed into the heart of her, and from that he could glean all sorts of little things. Where her family slept, where they ate, what they ate. He would know what she and her brother both looked like when they were young, where they liked to visit. He would know their favorite books, where they relaxed… real damage could be done with that. And that was only if Alois came alone. Her mind circled back to a vicious group, pouring through her door and wrecking Micah and her home. What did she do?
Yeah, they generally clear out when I have friends over. They’re pretty chill about things like that, as long as the house is clean when then get back. She even went to type out her address and the time he could show up.
You idiot…
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Posted: Sat Jul 20, 2013 11:20 pm
During the time she spent deliberating over his response, Alois checked his leg. After removing the half-melted ice bags and peeling back some of the gauze (with a pained wince), he recognized that the swelling had been reduced to a manageable amount. The injury still looked woefully disgusting, especially after the doctor resorted to staples, but at least he was making headway in the healing process. Unfortunately he couldn't quite get up just yet; he hadn't taken his analgesics and shuddered at the thought of trying to walk without mitigating the pain. That just meant he'd have to wait out Micah's response as something to do.
After replacing the ice packs, Alois laid back and waited.
And waited.
And waited.
And his mind began to wander.
He lay in this bed, devoid of all chances to chase experiences, due to a small group of order figures who vehemently opposed him a few nights ago. More specifically, an apron-wearing t**t who trembled in terror at his very presence, yet somehow found the nerve to attack him at his weakest point. Like a coward, like Judas in his hour of glory. And once he reclaimed his ability to walk, that boy will know horrors greater than hell, elysium, tartarus... He will know Bischofite in his limitless capacity for exterminating the weak.
That goes for his brood-b***h, too.
The chime cleared his thoughts, and Alois soon realized he'd been clenching his jaw. It hurt, though it paled in comparison to his leg. With an exasperated sigh, he turned his attention to the message at hand. Finally she supplied useful information: a location and time, and a confirmation that there wouldn't be any hawkish parents hovering over them.
After all, parents had a habit of distrusting those who looked like him. Not only that, but... Meeting someone's parents felt too similar to a date.
Good. I'll be there around noon, as you suggested. He considered sending his text as it was, but she probably would glean some sense of satisfaction knowing that he was excited about the whole affair.
Excitement... what the hell was that. What did it even mean?
It didn't matter. He didn't need to understand the feeling to force it into his text. I look forward to it. Alois pressed the send button, watched the poorly-rendered animation, and then stuffed the phone under his pillow.
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