[ Luckily her roommates are kind indeed... What she does immediately in response is call the fellow up. Because she doesn't have hands, Camulus. Or eyes. Without so much as a greeting, the voice that launches is as curt as it is cutting. ]
Tell me, Camulus, do you enjoy making things woefully difficult for yourself and for those around you, or is it some kind of compulsion? Some sort of manic obsession, a nervous tic, a witch's curse? Is there a sieve lodged into your skull where your brain should be? I have to know, or I fear I shall finally go mad myself in my attempts to comprehend it.
[ On top of his... faux pas... as addressed, even if it was by no fault of theirs, they didn't exactly leave on the most pleasant of terms. ]
Well. Eldie Buckland always said my head wasn't screwed on straight.
[Honestly, it's a little bit of all of that. He absolutely likes to get a rise out of people, but beyond that the same things that make him so easy going also make him a little bit too casual and forgetful about things that should probably be important. Good ol' -1 intelligence modifier.]
[ Sometimes you just have to get it all out there in one breath. ]
An accurate assessment from a no-doubt venerable fellow screwball in your makeshift lineage. You ought to heed it once in a while.
[ She could go after his whole troupe if she wanted to, without any sort of preamble to knowing more than she should about the lot of it... Miraculously, logic and circumstance get her beneath the arms and hold her back, but that doesn't mean she can't still berate his -1 Intelligence. ]
I believe I reserve the right to be, at the very least, irritated by this point, wouldn't you say?
[She can't see it, but Cam is pouting a little on the other side of the phone,]
I mean, I rescued you so that should be worth a few points?
['Rescued' is a very liberal way to put it. Sure he got her out of there but everything else about it was... complicated. Still! And of course he's ignoring that she might be mad because he sent her a physical letter that she could neither touch nor read.]
Sorry I didn't call you sooner. It felt... weird.
[Not to mention the last time he was over there he and Red sort of hashed it out too.]
[ Don't worry, she might not be able to Read over the phone, but she knows a pout when she hears one. ]
You were an... accessory to my recovery, if I recall. [ An accessory much like tying a jingle bell to a stealthing assassin, but for once, by no fault of his own. She lets out a sigh, listing more weary than it is irritated. ] Frankly, this is all the least of what you ought to be apologizing for. Neither of us were in our right minds. Akira understands just as well, of that I am certain.
[ And honestly, she hasn't talked to much of anyone lately, on account of feeling weird. Restless and frustrated and frayed over the whole ordeal, of having what little sense of self she still retains scrambled such. ]
Regardless of your success, yes, I suppose that is twice now that you have come for me. I should thank you.
[ Hard to be mad for something they had very little control over. She holds a wicked petty grudge, sometimes, but not for this. ]
You are nothing if not obstinate.
[ For real, she appreciates it. Being rescued, being reached out to, in spite of her figurative ghosting. Even if his methods were... Okay you know what there's a bit of a petty grudge. ]
But that aside, if I could impress a single fact upon your indomitable stubbornness, if I could incite the slightest change of heart, Camulus, for my sake and my sanity, should you presume to care so much... You would do well to get it through your skull that I cannot read a written letter.
[Ah… He’s never met a blind lady in an orb before! It’s part forgetfulness and part he kind of has a bad habit of trying to illicit reactions out of people. He would be that friend who buys an anime body pillow for a friend because it makes them mad. It’s a compulsion, really,]
It’s just, I got a really cool ring—it has my initials in it! For sealing wax, like rich people, you know? So I wanted to test it out.
[But she genuinely sounds pretty perturbed about it so…]
I will only address you with my beautiful voice, from now on.
And I am sure it is most luxurious, as was pointed out to me by one of my companions, but until he sought to comment, I had no knowledge of its existence.
[ It could have sat for weeks unopened, and the cold shouldering could have continued. Perhaps her life would be less chaotic without Cam in it, but... it would be all the less interesting, too. Eventually, she lets out a sigh. ]
Most appreciated. I suppose I have become spoiled by inclusion, these past few months, but I like to think I do not ask for much.
[Darn. If there's one thing Cam dislikes, it's having his antics unnoticed. Good enough reason as any for him to respect Sandra's lack of eyes.... and hands.... and feet,]
A lot's happened since... all of that happened, [He's not sure how much Sandra has heard, from inside of her orb,] They gave me a badge. I got to go to this diplomatic meeting.
[ Why she is opening herself up to further annoyance is a mystery. Anyway, she has heard some, but any update on the outside world is always appreciated... It's nice, just to chatter. ]
Did you now? Then I am sure you rubbed shoulders with many an important figurehead that could appreciate a stately monogrammed letter.
[ She's imagining it. She's incredibly amused. ]
I believe I was given one as well, a consolation for my inconvenience... I believe I am amassing quite the collection.
All this confidence in this grand scheme of yours and yet you dash it at the final stretch.
[ She sounds unimpressed now, but that's mostly theatrical. She's been unimpressed from the start, now it's just a matter of yanking his chain around. ]
You do not think you could become everyone's favorite?
[He's not sure he's into THAT, Sandra. He might be a horn dog but there are reasons he hasn't signed up to work at Shades Darker or anything like that.]
Ah. Are you just jealous because you want me to be your concubine too? I understand.
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Tell me, Camulus, do you enjoy making things woefully difficult for yourself and for those around you, or is it some kind of compulsion? Some sort of manic obsession, a nervous tic, a witch's curse? Is there a sieve lodged into your skull where your brain should be? I have to know, or I fear I shall finally go mad myself in my attempts to comprehend it.
[ On top of his... faux pas... as addressed, even if it was by no fault of theirs, they didn't exactly leave on the most pleasant of terms. ]
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[So salty, right off of the bat.]
Well. Eldie Buckland always said my head wasn't screwed on straight.
[Honestly, it's a little bit of all of that. He absolutely likes to get a rise out of people, but beyond that the same things that make him so easy going also make him a little bit too casual and forgetful about things that should probably be important.
Good ol' -1 intelligence modifier.]You sound mad.
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An accurate assessment from a no-doubt venerable fellow screwball in your makeshift lineage. You ought to heed it once in a while.
[ She could go after his whole troupe if she wanted to, without any sort of preamble to knowing more than she should about the lot of it... Miraculously, logic and circumstance get her beneath the arms and hold her back, but that doesn't mean she can't still berate his -1 Intelligence. ]
I believe I reserve the right to be, at the very least, irritated by this point, wouldn't you say?
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I mean, I rescued you so that should be worth a few points?
['Rescued' is a very liberal way to put it. Sure he got her out of there but everything else about it was... complicated. Still! And of course he's ignoring that she might be mad because he sent her a physical letter that she could neither touch nor read.]
Sorry I didn't call you sooner. It felt... weird.
[Not to mention the last time he was over there he and Red sort of hashed it out too.]
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You were an... accessory to my recovery, if I recall. [ An accessory much like tying a jingle bell to a stealthing assassin, but for once, by no fault of his own. She lets out a sigh, listing more weary than it is irritated. ] Frankly, this is all the least of what you ought to be apologizing for. Neither of us were in our right minds. Akira understands just as well, of that I am certain.
[ And honestly, she hasn't talked to much of anyone lately, on account of feeling weird. Restless and frustrated and frayed over the whole ordeal, of having what little sense of self she still retains scrambled such. ]
Regardless of your success, yes, I suppose that is twice now that you have come for me. I should thank you.
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Aw it's no big deal, Sandy. You know I'd do it for you again.
[Her rescue may have not been the most heroic and successful, but he's glad it worked out in any case.]
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You are nothing if not obstinate.
[ For real, she appreciates it. Being rescued, being reached out to, in spite of her figurative ghosting. Even if his methods were... Okay you know what there's a bit of a petty grudge. ]
But that aside, if I could impress a single fact upon your indomitable stubbornness, if I could incite the slightest change of heart, Camulus, for my sake and my sanity, should you presume to care so much... You would do well to get it through your skull that I cannot read a written letter.
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It’s just, I got a really cool ring—it has my initials in it! For sealing wax, like rich people, you know? So I wanted to test it out.
[But she genuinely sounds pretty perturbed about it so…]
I will only address you with my beautiful voice, from now on.
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And I am sure it is most luxurious, as was pointed out to me by one of my companions, but until he sought to comment, I had no knowledge of its existence.
[ It could have sat for weeks unopened, and the cold shouldering could have continued. Perhaps her life would be less chaotic without Cam in it, but... it would be all the less interesting, too. Eventually, she lets out a sigh. ]
Most appreciated. I suppose I have become spoiled by inclusion, these past few months, but I like to think I do not ask for much.
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A lot's happened since... all of that happened, [He's not sure how much Sandra has heard, from inside of her orb,] They gave me a badge. I got to go to this diplomatic meeting.
[Imagine that, Cam pretending to be important.]
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Did you now? Then I am sure you rubbed shoulders with many an important figurehead that could appreciate a stately monogrammed letter.
[ She's imagining it. She's incredibly amused. ]
I believe I was given one as well, a consolation for my inconvenience... I believe I am amassing quite the collection.
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[He's not actually the kind of person who gets starstruck over important figures but. Monogrammed letters.]
Hey, do you think I could be a concubine someday?
[Dream big.]
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[ At his next passing inquiry, though, she has to pause. And she can't help a snort. ]
Of Simwe's? That would be, I am sure, dependent mostly on her tastes. And you, my dear, are an acquired one.
[ ... Full offense, Cam, she can't picture you wooing anyone. Except perhaps size queens. (This mind-reading existence is a curse.) ]
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[He'll take that as a compliment.]
Then again, I don't think I'd want the competition. It wouldn't be fair to the rest of them, right?
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Come now, if you are so outstanding in every concubinary aspect, I imagine teamwork would be chief among those.
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Yeah, of course I'm good at teamwork. But people could get jealous. What if I became the favorite?
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All this confidence in this grand scheme of yours and yet you dash it at the final stretch.
[ She sounds unimpressed now, but that's mostly theatrical. She's been unimpressed from the start, now it's just a matter of yanking his chain around. ]
You do not think you could become everyone's favorite?
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Do you mean... be everyone's concubine?
[He's not sure he's into THAT, Sandra. He might be a horn dog but there are reasons he hasn't signed up to work at Shades Darker or anything like that.]
Ah. Are you just jealous because you want me to be your concubine too? I understand.
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[ The gentle laugh that follows is... still somehow light, despite now being so unimpressed it's dripping. ]
One might imagine after a malnourished millennia in lonesome exile that my standards have withered, but rest assured, you do not meet them regardless.
[ Have they withered? She'll never tell. ]
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And he wasn't being serious before but now he's curious,]
Wha- What standards don't I meet?
[It's purely a pride thing.]