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[vitainmorte]

Hello, this is Cypress. If you leave me a message I will get back to you as quickly as possible.

Thank you, have a good day.

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[vitainmorte]

[ ah ]

Agnus Dei: Yes, I suppose it is. Good evening, Sunny.

[mourningson]

Sunny🌞: Good evening. Are you occupied at the moment?

[vitainmorte]

Agnus Dei: No, I'm all yours. I have no plans for tonight.

[mourningson]

Sunny🌞: Bold phrasing.
Sunny🌞: Where would you prefer we meet to discuss everything that came up during that live?

[vitainmorte]

[ ??????????? HE WANTS TO MEET FACE TO FACE?

IS HE OKAY?

a. pause. ]

Agnus Dei: If you're home, I can come to you? You're always making the trip down here, after all.

[mourningson]

[a moment's pause]

Sunny🌞: You can come over.

[vitainmorte]

[ aaa

somehow this feels different than coming over for christmas tree decorating. maybe it's because she's not buzzed this time. ]

Agnus Dei: Alright. I'll be there soon.

[ annnnd she is. within a few minutes, there's a knock on the door. ]

[mourningson]

[answering the door VERY QUICKLY, like he was waiting there (he was)

he is, as always, dressed in a suit + overcoat]

Welcome, Cypress.

[and immediately turning around, to lead her to his room]

[vitainmorte]

Good evening...

[ a little flustered even so, but gently closes the door behind her and follows him in. ]

[mourningson]

[pays no mind, and opens the door to his room for her

furniture-wise, his room only consists of a bed and a writing desk setup.

decoration-wise, there's:

• a sfw Cypress bodypillow sitting on the floor, occupying a corner of the room
• a pile of papers on his desk
• the snowglobe Cypress gave him, atop said papers
• that tiny canvas Cypress painted for him is Somehow hanging from a wall, it's the only thing on the wall??
• some Among Us dolls/figures
• and a medium-sized box on the floor that is Closed Shut

it's somehow Tidy, or at least, arranged to look organized]

You can sit on the bed, or the chair.

[vitainmorte]

[ STARES.... AT THE PILLOW... and goes very. very red.

more importantly though she feels a bit self-consciously like this is some sort of interrogation so she sits in the chair, straight-backed, with her hands folded neatly in her lap. ]

1/2

[mourningson]

[follows her gaze to—the pillow, oic]

[mourningson]

[sits on the edge of his bed]

You can ignore it. Fanmail is all.

[vitainmorte]

Ah-- no, it's okay, I was just... surprised.

... um. You-- wanted to talk?

[mourningson]

Yes. You crave more intimacy, right?

[vitainmorte]

[ goes-- bright red, embarrassed, and hunches her shoulders a little. ]

I-- no, listen, I really am fine with how things are now. I don't need anything else, especially if you don't want it.

[mourningson]

Take into consideration that I voluntarily summoned you for this conversation.

[vitainmorte]

[ rubs her face, looking away. ]

... then-- then what do you want...?

[mourningson]

An understanding of the intimacy you seek.

[vitainmorte]

[ silent, for a long moment, and takes a breath, still looking down. ]

I want-- things to... continue progressing, the way they have been, because being around you makes me. Happy, I think.

... I like... everything we've done together. I want to keep doing it.

[mourningson]

So it is not "more" you want?

[vitainmorte]

[ uncomfortable and embarrassed, hands clasped tightly together ]

I-- don't know? What's "more?" I like-- kissing, and holding your hand, and hugging you.

I-I wouldn't... be opposed to. "More." I think. But I don't-- um, I think-- if it were the right circumstances, I...

[ trails off, awkwardly, unsure of how to continue. ]

[mourningson]

I will not push for anything, since I myself have plenty to come to terms with.

But what exactly are the right circumstances for "more" in your mind?

[vitainmorte]

[ quiet for a long moment, thoughtful. ]

... I think-- knowing... that you wanted it, as much as I did.

[mourningson]

[a pause]

What if I have no interest in saying what I want?