4. - voice.

[typhlopid]

[The voice recorded is crisp, speaking with precision and elegance and an air of something one might assess as condescension. He sounds to be in his early twenties, and rather like a school teacher.]

Considering our network is once again flushed with and angry and panicked voices, I thought I would bring to attention a certain matter.

Not

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action;

[quadrifoliate]

[ Kicked back on her bed as usual, painting her toenails: ]

Think they're going to actually listen?

[typhlopid]

[He goes to join her, scooting onto the bed until he is sitting with his back straight against the wall.]

...No, it is too much of a hassle for them to consider. Most have ignored the message at all.

[quadrifoliate]

[ Here, just let her wiggle around until she can plop her head in his lap. ]

People are jerks.

[ Ladies and gentlemen, the height of philosophy from Clover. ]

[typhlopid]

[He combs his fingers lightly through her hair.]

It is to be expected.

[quadrifoliate]

[ She makes a soft, content sort of noise, but she's quiet for a while after that. Finally, just a little sly: ]

So, how are the dance lessons going?

[typhlopid]

Well enough.

He has someone back home. A girlfriend of sorts.

Perhaps it's time for me to focus more of my attention on Diego Armando... [He chuckles. It's a little disappointing - he really likes Simon, a lot more than most of the guys he goes after for sport, but he won't let it bring him down.

Nor does he really consider the issue totally closed.]