Office Hours - We Could Be

[shieldof]

[Faith's door remains closed, the brass "PRIVATE" plaque silent and unyielding. Trying to force the door yields no results, but- she said you could contact her here, so just go ahead and knock. Worst case scenario, you're no worse off than before, right?]

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2/2

[makeitfit]

[......wait.]


...I t'ink. How old're youse again?

[shieldof]

...I confess I am unsure of the exact number.

[Her cheeks are a little pink here.]

It was quite some time before I was capable of accurately keeping time, and- Solarinace measures time on quite a different scale than any mortal-

[cough]

I am of age, at least.

[um]

And I am sure you are aware of your limits, Sir Capochin, but you should still not be running to them on a consistent basis.

[makeitfit]

[Alright, his hackles lower a bit at that, and he huffs, pushing the cocoa and cookies into her hands.]

Whaddaya mean ya weren't cappy-ball of keepin' time?

[....]

...I won't run to 'em on a constant basis. Promise. [that may or may not end up being a lie, but he does mean it.]

'Sides, 'Ekta already scolded me fer it. M' stayin' with him n' Saya t'nght.

[shieldof]

Most people are not born capable of counting hours and days, Sir Capochin.

[makeitfit]

Well shoire, but ya learn it pretty quick. And even if ya can't 'zactly keep it yaself, someone else is always happy ta tell ya that ya one year old, or two years old, or dat it's been a week, or dat it's four a'clock.

[shieldof]

When one is raised by other mortals with a mortal reckoning of time, I imagine so, yes.

[makeitfit]

[blinkblink]

Ya weren't?

[shieldof]

I was not. Solarinace is the only other I have ever known, before your arrival.

[makeitfit]

....oh. [his brow furrows]

Dis is one Drain of an intro ta otha people.

[shieldof]

It was- ...nice. Before rule five was so forcefully asserted.

1/2

[makeitfit]

...yeah. Before all I was really worried about was tha Apokey-lips. Now...

[after everything today, he looks somehow even more exhausted to be thinking about it.]

2/2

[makeitfit]

[BUT ANYWAY--]

...how you doin'? Afta' all dat.

Re: 2/2

[shieldof]

I am.

[...]

...well enough.

[oh she doin' so bad capo]

[makeitfit]

[....yeah. that's what he thought]

It ain't easy. Doin' what ya God asks ya to do.

[shieldof]

It is not.

[ha ha. haaa]

...would it be impertinent to ask. Have you done anything you regret in the service of Sir Inspekta?

1/3

[makeitfit]

[...okay he really should have seen this question coming]

[makeitfit]

[Anything he regrets? He'd like to say no, easy as you please. But he's thinking about Zephyr, now. THAT regret is fresh in his mind. Not doing enouh. That isn't in the service of Inspekta, but having Zephyr around had served to remind him of the other Bizzyboys.

Or

well

The former Bizzyboys. The ones that'd left when they realized how people were looking at them in Buzzhuzz. He's been trying very hard not to think about it, but it's something that squeezes in his chest and turns his stomach with anxiety and loss. And Zephyr's brought that to the surface with a vengeance.

But he CAN’T think about that. He can’t let his loyalty to Inspekta waver.]

3/3

[makeitfit]

There ain't exactly always room for those, when ya servin' a god.