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hyphenated[For once, Sola-ui's voice is missing her usual harsh tones.]
-can't. Wretched thing-
[A voice in the background- "Hey, are you-".]
Get away from me! [...welp, there they are.] I do not require your assistance! [Her voice sounds almost frantic, and there is a rush of air. It sounds as if she is waving the phone angrily at someone. Once they're gone, there is a series of annoying beeps as she types a message one-handed. It is slow, painful work, but-
-yeah, she doesn't know that it's recording. Beep. Beeep. Beepbeep.Beep. Erase. Type. Mistype. Erase. And all the while, she is muttering complaints that seem a little out of place. It sounds as if she's exceedingly shaken. Then she notices the little symbol on the phone. It's calling.]
I... require three things. Firstly, what is the date? Secondly, I am enquiring as to the status of Kayneth Archibald El-Melloi.
[Nope, she can't stabilize her voice. There's a muffled noise, almost a whimper. Silence for a long moment. Just heavy breathing.]
...thirdly, I require the short-term loan of a long-sleeved coat or shirt. Style is irrelevant. I will repay the assistance when I can.
[She shuts the phone, expecting it to cut off, and lets it drop. She feels like a fool. She feels disfigured. Her pride is in tatters.
And worse-
-She doesn't know what happened. She let her guard down because of him. Let her obsession lower her will to fight and make her into a fool. And then, there was nothing but the faint memory of pain. And this.
What happened?]
-can't. Wretched thing-
[A voice in the background- "Hey, are you-".]
Get away from me! [...welp, there they are.] I do not require your assistance! [Her voice sounds almost frantic, and there is a rush of air. It sounds as if she is waving the phone angrily at someone. Once they're gone, there is a series of annoying beeps as she types a message one-handed. It is slow, painful work, but-
-yeah, she doesn't know that it's recording. Beep. Beeep. Beepbeep.Beep. Erase. Type. Mistype. Erase. And all the while, she is muttering complaints that seem a little out of place. It sounds as if she's exceedingly shaken. Then she notices the little symbol on the phone. It's calling.]
I... require three things. Firstly, what is the date? Secondly, I am enquiring as to the status of Kayneth Archibald El-Melloi.
[Nope, she can't stabilize her voice. There's a muffled noise, almost a whimper. Silence for a long moment. Just heavy breathing.]
...thirdly, I require the short-term loan of a long-sleeved coat or shirt. Style is irrelevant. I will repay the assistance when I can.
[She shuts the phone, expecting it to cut off, and lets it drop. She feels like a fool. She feels disfigured. Her pride is in tatters.
And worse-
-She doesn't know what happened. She let her guard down because of him. Let her obsession lower her will to fight and make her into a fool. And then, there was nothing but the faint memory of pain. And this.
What happened?]
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