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[rosebyanyother]

"Morrigan Prince. I'm afraid I'm too busy to answer at the moment, but leave a message and I promise to respond as soon as I'm able."

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[rosebyanyother]

[In all honesty, it's hardly a surprise to Peter that Sally looks momentarily taken aback by his little bit of affection. People like them...they don't often get aimless affection sent their way. He would understand all too well that thought about affection that wants something, that's seeking something.

People like them, they're used to being used. (And using, of course, lest either of them be absolved of that. Peter knows what he is.) It's a shock when someone wants...nothing.

Though, really, in the long run Peter does not want nothing. It's why he smiles a bit at Sally's teasing there at the end. Though he is also smiling at her entire response. There's a certain amount of softness hidden behind an otherwise amused smile.]

Poisoning you would be a terrible mistake on my part. Where else am I going to find a contract partner quite as charming?

[It's flattery, of course, Peter could, he assumes. But it would be more work than he wants to put in.]

Whoever told you you're bad at gifts is clearly wrong.

[fuckinabucket]

[ Maybe it's a boon, this safety net of mutual dependency for at least an effortless comfort of living. They get to tell themselves it's easier to have the other around than to not, and it's a little too easy to leave the notion more or less undisturbed.

Except when stupid feelings get in the goddamn way and muck everything up. Doesn't matter what kind they are, romantic emotions aren't the only kind that make things complicated. But maybe she can just quickly enjoy the affection and then sweep it away without looking too closely as to why. ]

That's true; I am among the best of us [ she follows his flattery with playfully light arrogance, even if at her very core, she feels the opposite is true ]

No one told me, I just didn't really... have anyone to practice with? Giving gifts too, I mean. [ she frowns, carefully placing herself back onto the couch like a secretly self-conscious cat playing it cool ] Uhg, that sounded a bit depressing, didn't it? I did know people. Most of my classmates were boys, and if I gave one of them something, it would drive the other girls crazy. And the other boys, for that matter. At the time, the last thing I wanted was more needless drama

[rosebyanyother]

[Peter listens, coming around the other side of the couch to settle himself there too. They've talked a bit about themselves while they've had this arrangement but not very many personal things. He's curious.]

It sounds like you were popular, even back then.

[Popular....or hated. Probably popular though.]

[fuckinabucket]

I suppose you could put it that way [ she's a bit sarcastic, but the sentiment doesn't do too much to crumple her comfortable composure. This is not really her favorite topic, but at the same time, Peter is so far and removed from her world and its stupid social constructs that its a bit easier to talk to him about it. She doesn't want their amiable little conversation to devolve into something pitying-- people don't often know what to say after something like 'my whole family was killed when I was thirteen' thing. ]

I... guess you could say I lost my family to the war, and some bastard thought it would be smashing to write an article about it. Small towns, always lacking for finer entertainment

Plus, I was always rather brilliant. I aced all the advanced Mathematics and Chemistry courses, even though most of my classmates were boys, because it wasn't every girl who could talk her way into those seminars

Maybe I would have been a whole lot less interesting if we had a decent local pub