Appointment Post 2.0 since the other is pretty full

[fierybluebird]

[Voice]
Hey, couldn't get to the comm right away, probably out kicking things. Since that doesn't last long, leave me a message and I'll get back to you as fast as I can, eh?

[Written]
Have a haiku.

There was a bluebird
Who was too busy for you
Leave me a message

[ooc: This post is a catch-all for threads that have to happen between posts. Start off with the Date & whether it's written/video/action in the comment bar and just start threadining.]

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Luceti / August 18th Morning

[toujoursfluer]

[He talks too much... and she doesn't begrudge him this because all his words have meaning. But there are so many of them and so much to think about and she does grind her teeth about being called a fool even if his words to make sense. She doesn't know how she wants to live. She doesn't know what she wants to do. With greater pleasure comes greater pain. She's overwhelmed with all this. With his feelings. Is she really that special to him? And if she is, what should she do about it? What does she want to do about it? What is the right thing?]

[She wants to sit and bury her face in her hands until her head stops spinning but she can't as long as he's here, hovering, waiting and she wants to lean against him and just accept-- but accepting comes with too high a price and she wants to understand what she has to pay before she does.]

Leave. [And then because she realizes how that sounds, tries to soften her voice]

Please. I just need to think and... I can't while you're here.

Luceti / August 18th Morning

[fierybluebird]

[He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes and nods, cheeks flushing a little.]

[Could have gone better, but it could have gone worse too. What did he expect really? Nothing.]

As you wish. Thanks for everything, Robin. [It doesn't take him long to get to the window, but he glances back, his expression as soft as before.] You know where to reach me, eh?

[He doesn't wait for an answer, just switches to phoenix as he jumps and flies on home in a blue flash.]

Luceti / August 18th Morning

[toujoursfluer]

[He's gone before she even realized it. The word 'wait' is already climbing up in her throat. Though she could have said it before he climbed up, before he spoke. So she just stares out the window and she can hear him singing suddenly in her memory, high and sweet.

one rainy afternoon
yellow bird nest in my grandpa's tree
I have stories to tell you tonight
I have stories to tell you tonight

Robin closes her eyes and shuts the window]