a (platonic) date - backdated to day 100

[redatheart]

[Coming over to boatdorm in the early evening, holding onto a basket that seems to be filled with a bunch of things, and knocking on the door]

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[hyanaimne]

[Clover makes sure it's her that gets the door, and when she sees who it is she steps out and shuts the door behind her. Because if her team finds out then she'll never hear the end of it, platonic or not.

. . . oh he has a basket what does that mean]

Hello.

[redatheart]

[He raises his eyebrow a liiiiittle bit at the way she responds to that, but doesn't comment.]

Hello. Are you free now?

[hyanaimne]

[there is nothing suspicious at all here shh]

Mm, I am.

[redatheart]

[No that looks absolutely nothing like embarrassment]

Then if you'd care to accompany me?

[hyanaimne]

[do you have any idea what will happen if the children find out]

Of course. Lead the way?

[redatheart]

[enduring the horror of teasing?]

This way.

[up and out of the dungeons, heading out of the castle and towards/into the forest]

How have you been?

[hyanaimne]

[yes, exactly. It's terrible. She tugs her cloak around herself and follows after him]

I've been well enough, I suppose. And yourself?

[redatheart]

[shrugging a little]

I can't complain. Or, rather, it might be foolish of me to.

[hyanaimne]

Would it? I complain all the time.

[redatheart]

I would think it would be tempting fate a little, to complain. Things could certainly be worse.

[hyanaimne]

Fate can be tempted by far worse things, though. And complaining is - healthy? A little?

[redatheart]

I'd agree with that, to a point. Better for people to complain than to let things go unsaid. But it should eventually be followed by something productive.

[hyanaimne]

Such as what?

[redatheart]

An attempt to fix the problem somehow? If complaining is as far as someone ever gets...it doesn't really get at the root of the problem, does it? It might make them feel better for a while, but the real trouble will still be there.

[hyanaimne]

[. . . but what if solving the problem involves some kind of murder how does one handle that]

I . . . suppose? Admittedly I am very bad at fixing things.

[redatheart]

[sometimes murder does fix things. I mean--]

I'm not entirely sure about social problems, but I believe I'm at least adept at fixing physical things.

[hyanaimne]

Physical things are very, very different to fix. And much easier, as well.

[redatheart]

It's not an entirely fair comparison, true.

[hyanaimne]

It is not fair at all, really. Talking to physical things isn't necessary, after all.