IC Inbox [The Far Shore]

[tadanokusuriuri]

Oh?

It seems that I'm...

Indisposed.

[A beat, long enough to make one wonder if the phone line has cut off.]

...Leave a message, if you would be so kind.

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[tadanokusuriuri]

[There's a hint of relief, though the expression on his face doesn't change. He's sure that even Donut has to see through the pretense of his needing help, but if he sees it as an olive branch and is willing to take it, that's good, isn't it?]

[He turns to him, as if surprised to find him standing there, and smiles.]

My lord, you were there all along?

[He bows to him slightly, careful not to upset the basket he's carrying.]

If you would be... so generous as to aid me...

[glazedonutholes]

I was.

[ Said a little defiantly. ]

And you don't have to bow, only my friends bow to me.

[ No they don't, but he's being a child. ]

You better watch carefully and take notes because I'm not showing you again.

[ Someone is being bratty, but he just spent an hour crying his eyes out. Still, he'll take the basket. ]

Where do you want to do this?

[tadanokusuriuri]

Perhaps... the sitting room on the west side of the building, if I might be the one to suggest it?

[It's got a nice view of the garden in the evening, and the flowers always seem to make his god feel better.]