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LIMELIGHT INBOX

Leave a message, and I will look at it when I have time.

The "boatman"?

[ waves a hand ]

This creepy boatman guy. Didn't want to talk to me.

[ NOT THAT HES STILL SULKING OR ANYTHING ]

[ huffs, amused. ]

Ah, you were rejected.

... Well, if that's the case-- I'm very sorry to return the flower to you in this condition. Though I don't believe it's dead.

[ GRUMBLES. but then, ]

...you don't?

Put your ear close to it.

[ He'll find that very faintly, it's... ticking? ]

[ puts his ear close, and, oh! ]

...is it stupid if I'm relieved?

Of course not. I would expect nothing less from you. Text me updates, when you have them...

[ trails off thoughtfully. ]

... Ah, wait. There's one more thing... one moment.

For sure.

[ pauses, then ]

Oh, yeah okay.

[ waits, then ]

[ She heads to the back, up the stairs into her apartment.

And it's a few minutes before she trots back down again, a folded shirt in her hands-- which she hands over to him.

It's the shirt he'd asked her, fixed once more-- she couldn't fit her flowers in the rest of the group embroidered along the hem, so instead she simply put a couple of peonies on a sleeve. ]

I hope this is an acceptable placement...? I didn't want it to take up too much space.