ic contact//RETIRED

[darkov]

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latest status update 6/26/2015

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[deadtective]

Would you fucking stop that!

[darkov]

U-uh?! What--I...

[deadtective]

I'm not giving you up to two weeks of options for shits and giggles! Doing it right away isn't going to make me any happier, especially not when everything's closed!

[darkov]

[he's barely trying to understand, more focused on find the thing to say that makes her happy and end this. it's hard.

an edge of desperation:] I don't understand! You said you--you wanted me to pick. I...I picked, now you're not...not happy with it. I don't get it at all! I don't know what you want!

[deadtective]

Because this isn't about what I want, it's about you!

[HOW DO PEOPLE DEAL WITH THIS STUFF, HAZEL HAS NO IDEA. she groans, and there's a muffled sound as she drops her face into her hands melodramatically.]

Stop trying to find some magic answer that's going to shut me up, because it doesn't exist.

[darkov]

That's--that's not what I want to do! I just-- I don't know the right thing. I don't know how things work, and when I pick something it's bad, and--

[deadtective]

Not picking anything at all is worse. Almost as bad as picking something because you're scared of what someone else will say. Trust me.

[darkov]

But... [gnahhhhhhhhhh. futilely:] But I still don't know.

[deadtective]

Then just pick something random and stick with it.

[at this point she doesn't care. is she even teaching him life lessons anymore? who knows.]

[darkov]

[ugh. um.] I... [he swallows, exhales.] It's easier to go places in the dark...because it's too hot and bright. So...

[deadtective]

[c l o s e e n o u g h. Hazel makes the executive decision to just pick a date instead of pressing for further decisiveness.]

How about next week, then, around seven or something? Things'll still be open for a while.

[darkov]

[she makes a good choice. withering:] Ye-yes...alright.

[...] But-- but can you. Remind me of it? Because I don't want to mess up, or. Or forget. [also clocks, how do they work.]

[deadtective]

[...maybe she should bump calendar and watch use up on the priority list above literacy. maybe.]

Yeah, sure, whatever. I'm going to be showing up on your doorstep the day of, so it doesn't matter much even if you forget the reminder too.

[darkov]

Oh. [that's...well, that's actually ideal. less initiative on his part.] Al-alright.

looking back as this winds down i feel bad for christening your ic contact post like this

[deadtective]

Awesome. [is it awesome, Hazel? is it???] I'll be hassling you about this at least two more times, so don't tie yourself up into knots over it.

this was the best initiation. itll have a gr8 followup in log amirite

[darkov]

Uh, yes. Alright.

only if you're ready for shopping with the girl who got her bff banned from a mall

[deadtective]

[is it actually alright? Hazel suspects that he's going to panic and cry and all that good stuff regardless, but she's not going to prod it. let him descend into anxiety town on his own time.

...she should be kind of courteous before she drops off here, though. he probably deserves at least that after everything.]

You don't need anything else from me right now, right?

i'm ready. it'll b gr8

[darkov]

N-no. No, thank you.

it'll be something alright. want me to throw it up todayish with a forward date?

[deadtective]

[there's a pause as Hazel tries to determine if he's actually telling the truth or just trying to get her to hang up and stop throwing his delicate sensibilities into overdrive. you can practically hear the uncertain 'mmmmmn' sound she's making in the silence.]

...alright, well, I'm trusting you on this. See you next week.

sure! pm me a link whenever o/

[darkov]

[oh Hazel. Marty never lies. well, actively. lies of omission are fair game.]

Yes. Yes, alright.