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Mm. It was good. Thank you. I'm...glad you still follow me.

I read your latest book, too.

Edited 2024-08-27 01:53 (UTC)

—ah.

Um. I, um. What did you think of it?

[ she's just fiddling with her hands nervously. she's fine she's fine ]

...Dense. You write too many words to say what you're trying to say. And, as I've said before, it's dry. It lacks any aspect of your personality in it. I know you hate telling stories, but your writing should still be yours anyway. I guess you could say that's what the density of your work is, but...it feels like the sort of thing that would be more effective if you did write fiction. And...who says that research can't tell a story, anyway? Plenty of studies do that - I've read plenty about things related to my work, and the words still guide me through an arc, of sorts. I think you can do better. You do when you're just talking rather than writing, anyway.

I liked it.

[ she like, lets out a breath she didn't realize she was holding ]

Oh, I could kiss you.

[ oh no she just had to open her stupid mouth ]

...You...

[

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...cccccould...

[ it trails off in a way that sounds like, a little questioning, but is mostly just musing. like yeah, that could happen, ]

Ssssorry that was. Um. I'm just glad you liked it since your opinion matters quite a bit to me and I'm also just glad people read them at all and I don't know why you even think I'm good at talking about things aloud because I'm awful at talking and sometimes I feel like I'm especially bad at talking to you because I can either never say what I want to or I say what I want to in the stupidest possible way and. And.

[ help ]

You're better at it than me.

[ on account of like, she talks and know how words and tone work. very low bar here. ]

...What do you want to say?

I wish I knew.

I missed you, I guess.

You did?

[ she ducks her head and looks away. ]

I—of course I did.

Oh. I guess...

[ makes like

a short attempt to reach for corretto. pauses. eventually settles on like

kind of awkwardly petting her hair. ]

I did, too.

[ oh...

oh. for some reason this makes her want to cry and/or hyperventilate? she leans in enough that she kind of lightly bonks moonjelly with her forehead and startles a little. ]

Moonjelly, I...

[ bonk...

to her credit she just stays there. still petting corretto. nuzzles foreheads, a tiny bit. ]

I'm not...going to live with you again, when this trip ends. But I wouldn't hate it if we spent time together until then. It's...better than everyone else. And better than...

[ deep breath. ]

...being lonely.

[ she kind of like half-flinches but in a resigned way at the first part, worries at her lower lip, and then her shoulders relax a little. ]

...yeah.

[ she does do a little self-conscious glance over her shoulder though before leaning in to try and kiss her. ]

[ -oh.

somehow she forgot what corretto just said, so she's taken a little bit by surprise by that. once she catches up though, she's kissing back eagerly just the way she used to - with a bit of teeth and clingy desperation. ]

[ oh good she didn't get the vibe wrong.

one could probably intuit that she's been kind of touch-starved because before she even registers she's doing it she's got her arms looped around moonjelly's shoulders, pulling her in closer. ]

[ as she's pulled in, she puts a hand on corretto's hip and starts to wheel the both of them around so she can push the other woman flush against the wall of the hallway, breaking the kiss to murmur, in a dazed sort of voice: ]

You...smell really good.

I'm hungry.

[ she makes a soft noise in the back of her throat moonjelly steers her against the wall, hands twining into her hair. ]

That makes it sound like you're going to devour me.

[ although she says it in a way that's like—well, are you? ]

Mm.

[ and she doesn't say anything further - instead she uses her free hand to tilt corretto's head upward, before lunging in to bite, firmly and deeply. ]

[ she gasps, eyes fluttering closed; her knees go a little weak and she steadies herself with her hands on the other woman's shoulders, nails digging into her neck. ]

Aah—that's—

[ she doesn't quite finish a sentence, just tapers off into a needy kind of whine. ]

[ she gnaws, a couple times, before pulling away and leaving a kiss. then, breathed out against corretto's throat, a shy murmur: ]

Tastes as good as always...

[ and then a moment where she sniffs a little - it's not clear if she's like. sniffling or just smelling corretto, though. ]

How long has it been for you?

[ she goes right from being kind of dazed and limp to starting to turn a distinct shade of red. ]

It's, um—a.

A while.

Embarrassingly long, honestly.

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