acatalepsy ☀ inbox

[paladorable]

ACATALEPSY INBOX

"Hello, you've reached Arenvald. If I'm doing this right,
you should be able to leave me a message."

voice • video • text • action

Comments

[bleps]

...Good. Then those notes I've left you, look at them as more than reassurance. More like they're... validations. Of what already clearly exists.

[Simple truth. Connor would like Arenvald to be happy with himself, and to know that Connor didn't write those little notes for ephemeral reasons only is a step in the right direction.

A little bit of the weight dissolves. It leaves something pleasant in its wake.]

I'd like to leave more, on occasion, if you're not against the idea.

[paladorable]

Validations, eh?

[ If only he could do something like that for Connor. He's not so sure how to broach the subject of Connor's apparent humanity without a repeat of the tense conversation they had out on the lake, but he wishes to the gods he could.

Mayhap someday. ]

If you really want to, I don't mind.

[ It's... kind of sweet. ]

[bleps]

All right.

[Connor already has a multitude of scribblings queued up on his mind, but he’ll dole them out slowly.]

Be sure to leave your door unlocked, or else I’ll have to find increasingly creative ways to break in.

[(That’s a joke.)]

[paladorable]

[ He sure hopes it’s a joke, because it makes him laugh. ]

I’ll be sure to. The last thing I need is you breaking my door down in the middle of the night.

[bleps]

[A laugh means it's a decent joke, indeed, and so Connor marks that as a success in his book!]

That would be needlessly dramatic, wouldn't it?

[paladorable]

Just a bit.

[ His chuckle trails off. This is… probably a decent moment to put into practice some of Rion’s suggestions, but he’s nervous about it for some reason. This really shouldn’t be that difficult, yet he hesitates for a moment before, ]

Though, ah, that said, you’re welcome to come by any time you like. You don’t have to be bringing by a note or anything.

[bleps]

[Connor interprets it as… most people would, an offer to spend more time with a friend. Nothing odd about it, though he responds with an eagerness of someone who has received so very little of these kind of invites throughout his short lifetime. Womp.]

I may take you up on that. I believe you still need to show me what progress you’ve made with my quarter?

[paladorable]

[ Small steps. Arenvald is not about to blunder his way into proper flirting just yet. Getting to spend time with Connor is more than enough of a good start. ]

I do! Though I fear you might be a bit disappointed. I've managed the trick a handful of times but can't for the life in me manage it consistently.

[bleps]

[Connor actually chuckles lightly, a barely-there sound.]

Think of it this way: inconsistent or otherwise, the increase in success is still exponential — at least, compared to how you performed before.

[paladorable]

It is amazing what not feeling ill will do for a person.

[ Coordination is a hell of a thing. ]

[bleps]

That’s true. But it kept you focused. Or maybe distracted is the better word for it?

[paladorable]

It kept me distracted by keeping me focused, how about that?

[bleps]

Makes sense, in a very paradoxical sort of way.

Let me know when you have some free time. I’ll stop by to see you whenever it’s convenient.