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[summonere]

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[summonere]

The flowers aren't the point. It started the day Griffon dragged you through that field.

[ They'd sat in the woods for a long time and just talked while he'd recovered. Some of baby's first emotional intimacies. ]

[takeroot]

[Somewhere, Constantin takes a moment to sigh over Memories of Griffon. Nastybird...]

Oh. Hmm. I had no idea.

[Perhaps Very Obviously, indeed.]

Is that why you haven't been speaking to me?

[summonere]

I wasn't speaking to you because you took everything I said with offense, and I assumed you either would or wouldn't tell me why, eventually. There was no point rushing it.

Didn't I say that.

[takeroot]

Well, you wouldn't leave it be about the adjectives. As you can see I am oblivious and have made a poor show of being a decent friend.

[summonere]

I was asking you for any insight or description about where you've been in your life. You ass.

[takeroot]

Yes well, you called me desperate and didn't like what I said about the orphanage. You could be a little more clear.

[summonere]

We don't communicate well.

[takeroot]

[Hmm, okay— another Several Minutes.]

I think I have apologized up to the saturation point, so. Well. What now?

[summonere]

We figure out what it's going to mean to be friends now that the relationship has changed.

I thought I'd start by writing a letter.

[takeroot]

Hmm.

Alright. Then I will read your letter.

[summonere]

Expect it in a week or two.