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Heyyyyyyyyy, you know who you've got, babe. Say what you've gotta say.

[A long pause.

Shuffling.

Cloth.

Clatter.

Another long pause.

The actual cacophony of Finch's dorm.

And if you haven't hung up YET:]

Saints! Is this still o-?

[BEEEEEEEEEP.]

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[Reaching out to pet at him with a hand as well as emotions]

-- it just sort of kicks on when I'm touching Henry.

You two seem close.

[There's a quiet sort of interest, maybe even a little ping of jealousy. But mostly something warm that blankets the sentiment.]

[There's a soothing sort of warmth, to smooth down that jealousy]

We worked together, back home.

And just that?

[Oh, he lets that emotional petting happen. It eases.]

[The petting keeps up, steadying and easy]

We been fooling around some, since we got here.

He blushes real cute.

He does. And is VERY handsome.

Little ... interesting in perspective but...

His family really had the bees, ya know?

And I don't think he got out much, when he was younger.

[Please know that all this has done is add Beekeeper Henry to the lore. Did they have apiaries AND textiles? Is honey that valuable??]

Or older, by the sound?

Older too, I'd wager.

He ain't that street-smart, but he's real good with books and paperwork and things, and he could give the widow a run for her money, everything he knows about cults.

[There's a sneaky sort of curiosity.]

Was he.. in one? Tell me he was in one. So much would make so much more sense.

Think he might've been.

Or -- his family was.

... [That's a stomach drop]

Oh.

Yeah.

[Concern, low and thick and heavy]

Anyway -- I better not say nothing else.

Yeah. I mean, I'll ask him and then just sit and be confused and slightly alarmed by the answers.

[That concern hasn't abated; it's a little tangled, a low knot somewhere down deep]

Don't -- push too hard, yeah? If he don't want to say nothing.

It's Finch. We DON'T ... usually at all.

That sort of a thing, huh?

I think everyone's a bit of a minefield in their own way. Except me, of course.

Sorry, chief. Your mines are just painted bright orange and yellow.

... Why orange and yellow, outside of great colors for my skin tone.

Note: This is not me accepting what you just said as remotely possible.

You flash em up some, so no one sees they're mines.

...

[It's realization, some embarrassment, and some guilt. Also some weird fondness at that and relief. There's something in getting called on it.]

...........

SO! Lets see what we can do with this, shall we?

Right. No better way to tell than trying.

Edited 2023-02-24 01:48 (UTC)

Right-

- Is this the time to warn you I am NOT actually good at my own - you know, the stuff.

You ain't going to make a hole in me or nothing, are ya?

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