[On a random afternoon, a voice pops into Nikolai's head, the inflection and accent distinctive enough even if she didn't insist on introducing herself every time.]
Heyyyy, Nikolai! It's Jester! Didn't have phone name! Hope you're well!...I baked too many pastries, want me to bring you some? ....youcanreplyโ!
["to this message" gets cut off, but he'll get the sense regardless that he can think a reply and she'll receive it in quite the same manner.]
[He almost asks what she needs him for, before he realizes that it doesn't matter. He would come regardless. Maybe the refrigerator is malfunctioning. Maybe her body hungers for touch. (He can't help but hope for the latter.)]
I'm leaving now.
Will you be at the door, or will I have to bribe Inej to get inside?
[He never knows what sort of mood he should wear around Alina. He doesn't even know what he actually feels. The sight of her pulls his heart in too many opposing directions. Happy to be thought of by her. Hurting to be so close and yet not close enough now that everything has shifted between them.
Nikolai manages to appear casual as he waits on the doorstep. As an afterthought, he's brought the any-tool that Liem had gifted him for Brumfast. Just in case.]
[ A pause, as Matt glances down to his (oh god oh god oh god oh g) breasts. Technically they're probably still his totally normal chest tissue, just ... plumped up. But it's hard to focus on that with the little beads of white beading from his nipples. ]
[In for what? He doesn't know, and it doesn't really matter.]
Here's the thing: I need something to do Too much energy, not enough focus, I'm bound to drive Kaz up a wall if I don't find somewhere to focus it. I'll work out whatever sort of payment you want. Well. Except actual cash. I don't have much of that.
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