TLV: Inbox

[theweirdos]

There's no voicemail greeting. She might get around to it eventually, but for now, better hope you've typed that network ID in correctly.

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[fifthofthecovenant]

"Yeah, I read it." He doesn't honestly care about privacy violations, and he couldn't risk her doing what he did to Wen Ning and simply snatching it away before he could. He can't imagine she'd be any more forthcoming about stuff than he was. "You want to read it while I try and put a new illusion together? Or do you not care?"

[theweirdos]

"You just don't want me to watch you doing it," she accuses, though the faint twitch of her lips suggests it's not an entirely serious accusation. Still, she holds her hands out for the folder, fingers waggling.

[fifthofthecovenant]

"You got me, I'm self-conscious," he deadpans at her. He passes the folder over, then has a gulp of his drink and climbs to his feet to give himself some space to work while she reads.