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[After a few minutes of trial and error.]
This is Trevor Belmont. Call on me at anytime. I will get back to you as soon as I am able.
This is Trevor Belmont. Call on me at anytime. I will get back to you as soon as I am able.
Trevor? I-it's Dawn. Um. It's about ...the auction?
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[Somewhere in the ruins, Trevor plants himself by a boulder.]
Of course, the auction. What of it? Did...
[Clears throat. Scratches a non-existent itch behind one ear.]
...anyone try to topple your bid?
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--uh. No. I won. I mean, 'yay I won'. You. Um. But.
[Pause to end all pauses. The weight of her guilt has superceded her derpcrushing for the moment.]
I'm sorry for signing you up. It was totally me. I wasn't thinking, and I thought...all kinds of un-thinky thoughts, and...
...I'm really, really sorry. And I'm fully prepared to spend two hours telling you that. Or helping fix your place if it's still...
...or ...shutting my mouth and, yeah.
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[He's perfectly still and silent for the better part of one minute. A multitude of emotions flit cross his face like rolling clouds. Disbelief, chagrin, and relief seem to lead the pack. Finally:]
Truth told... part of me did think it was you. None other here would've written my bid offer the way you you did.
[His head thumps back softly against the boulder.]
I'm married, Dawn. Did I ever tell you that?
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Um.
[THIS IS THE SOUND OF THE DEATH OF A TEENAGE DREAM. AND SURPRISE SADFACE.]
I. Mmmm. Oh. M-married? Uhhhhh.
[You have a ...wife? You have a ...wife.
...
Of course you have a wife. I mean. You're awesome. And she's probably...
...yeah, she's awesome, too. And pretty, and smart, and probably royalty or something, o-or she has superpowers.]
Yeah. I um, I totally knew that. This was just an un-date, anyway. Um. You know, for a good cause. J-just [gulp] friends. [That is NOT a sniffle.]
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[He's apologizing solely for leaving her unaware of his marriage, and not for shattering her teenage dreams. He's STILL oblivious to the tilt of her neck and the sparkle in her eyes whenever they talk.]
Of course it was. [beams]
And like any good friend, I would be remiss not to take this chance to spend time with you.
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It's ...okay. Sometimes people. Just don't tell people stuff. I-it doesn't ...come up. You know how it is. [Lalala trying to sound fiiiiine. She's just fine, really!]
We made a lot of money.
Okay, then. M-maybe when the sun comes back. I...
[Random in 3...2...]
...is your wall fixed yet?
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Not as yet. But I could use someone with a sturdy back and a steady hand to help me set things right.
[The quiet grin takes on a new dimension.]
To say nothing of fuel for the task ahead. I recall that same someone bakes delights that can power a man through a day's worth of hunting. Now think of what those delights can do for repair work.
[If there was ever an invitation with your name on it, Dawn, this it it.]
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A-and Kunsel! Do you know him? He's really nice! He's a SOLDIER, but I think he might be a knight, cause he's got this helmet...
...well, he already told me he'd help me fix up your wall if it was still messed up! But even if he can't help, and he's busy with his bunch of dates that he won - seriously, he bid on everybody [laugh] - I can help you completely.
I'm. Um. Stronger than I look. [She's been discovering this, little by little, but don't have a full picture as of yet.]
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[Backs up a little. A shocked and amused look here. Somebody actually had the spunk to bid on everyone?]
I know of Kunsel, but I had no idea he...
[A laugh replaces that look. Any discomfort he was feeling before's gone now.]
Dawn... t'would be an honor to receive you. Bring any friends and enough muffins for all of them. We'll yet make a feast out of our work.
[Because hey: it's Christmas.]
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Oh, and work, too. Lots of work.
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