IC contact post/voice mail - ADSTRING

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Hey, you've reached Hanna Cross, paranormal investigator extraordinaire!

Leave a message and I will totally get back to you as soon as humanly possible. Which will be soon. Ish. Awesome, thanks!

Comments

[dicey]

... What if I left you a note?

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That would be nice...

[dicey]

I could do that. I guess.

[she slides down in her chair, just a little]

I really don't do it to make you sad.

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I get it...I like being alone sometimes too.

[dicey]

It's not that, either. Sometimes I just have to pretend this whole messy thing... isn't a thing.

I like living with you more than I've liked living anywhere, but things were so much less complicated when I lived by myself.

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Hey, that's what happens when you get roommates.

Not to be weird or anything, but when Zombro moved in with me? Things changed around the house. I loved having the company, and to not be alone, but you have to think about a lot of different things. and everyone involved.

It gets complicated.

[dicey]

Bluuuuuuuuh, you really don't get it, do you!

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...If you just told me I might.

[dicey]

It's not a roommate thing. It's a you-and-me thing, and a you-and-Axel thing. It's a "sometimes it really hurts to be reminded that you live in his room because you picked him" thing.

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Oh...

[Hanna sighs and stares up at the ceiling a moment, away from the PCD before he tries to think of a way to explain that to her. A way that might make her feel a little better.] You have those quadrants right? They're all equally important to you, right? So, say you filled that matesprite one. Which would you logically sleep in a bed with?

That person, or me? Honestly.

[dicey]

It depends! I mean, if I were going to have sex with them that night, then yeah, but--

Look, I get it's your human thing. I'm not saying it's bad or whatever. It's just hard, okay?

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[He's just going to blink for a moment and then has a desperate need to clarify something. So excuse him while he's blush.] Uh, just so you know, that's not what I'm doing every night. Like, that hasn't happened at all.

[dicey]

Why not?

-- But anyway, that just kind of proves my point. Even when you're not having sex you choose him. There are probably a lot of reasons, and like I said, they probably make a ton of sense to a human! But I'm a troll and for me, you are the person who feels like the other half of me. Who it feels easiest to fall asleep next to because I trust you the most, and feel the best and most comfortable when I'm with you. I want you to be happy and I'm glad he does all that for you, but I can't just change my feelings! It'd be pretty cool if I could, but I can't. So sorry, Hanna, but it's probably always going to hurt.

[she hauls herself up from her chair]

I gotta go. I'll stay safe and I'll see you later, okay?

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[The 'why not' gets him to blush even more, but he's going to set that aside for now.

He doesn't quite get it, and it makes him feel like an ass because he doesn't, especially since it hurts her, but...at the same time he doesn't know what to do. She'll say he's trying to accommodate her if he changes his sleep schedule. So there isn't much he can do about it.

He deflates a little as she goes to leave though, nodding.] I...I alright. Love you?

[dicey]

[she hesitates a little]

I know you do. Really!

And me, too.

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[He just nods.] Stay safe. And if you're out too late and you still don't want to come home, maybe stay with a friend? It can get dangerous at night and I don't want anything to happen to you.

[dicey]

Blech. I don't want to stay with a friend.

[aren't thirteen fourteen-year-olds fun, Hanna]

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Even if its just to crash on a couch? Come on, I'll be worried enough as it is...please?

[Damn teenagers.]

[dicey]

I uh.

Kind of already have a place. An empty one.

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Oh...

Is it furnished at all? I can give you some of my blankets if you need them..

[Don't mind him as he's trying to be a mommy.]

[dicey]

It's okay.

[she falters again, then turns around completely, stepping forward and burying her face in his chest]

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Are you sure its okay...?

[He's just going to be holding her tight.]

[dicey]

[she makes an unhappy sound]

Everything's just fucked up, Hanna. Everything.

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What can I do to fix that...?

[dicey]

[she sighs, turning her head to rest against his shoulder]

I don't know. It's sweet that you want to, but I don't even know if it's your job to fix it. Or if you can. Sometimes it's not just you, it's... everything. The Animus. Those scientists. This place. All the stuff you can make me forget, and I guess Axel can make you forget.