the part of you that was with your stick-tied handkerchief [maria]

[sebastiansbear]

It's first thing in the morning, Sunday, here in Cordoba. International calling is luckily something they're already well practiced with, meaning Martel doesn't have to bother anyone to figure it out and can put off explaining to his Madre why he's calling a drunk girl in Minneapolis at seven am for at least a few hours. Probably

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[littlelesseve]

She answers pretty much immediately! Currently she is on her stomach in her bed (the actual duvet is somehow across the room, because it is in fact warm in the apartment), watching birds out the window much like the insane housecat to which she is oft-compared.

"Hiii. Am I getting you into trouble?"

[sebastiansbear]

"Not yet." What, it's true. The more time he devotes to Maria, the more likely it is he's going to get himself into some kind of ridiculous trouble which everyone can justifiably berate him for. He shoves his foot against the wall, setting the swing to slow, controllable motion. "Are you still doing horoscopes?"

[littlelesseve]

She laaaughs a little, because he is dead right about that first part, and can be heard rustling around to get herself comfortable. "I'd stopped but I can start it up again. Do you want me to do more?"

[sebastiansbear]

"It's interesting." He rolls his head back against the side of the swing, watching the predatory approach of Mmrr, the cat with the unpronounceable name. "More details, I think. If Capricon is 'I use', and Scorpio is 'I desire', what are yours?"