vaguely re. hiatus (but mostly attention-whoring)

[cherrycocktail]

This place? Aren't you going old school!

[I have my reasons...]

Shhh, don't focus on the dry facts too much. There's nothing wrong with a little retro.

A~ny~way... I thought we were gonna take a break for the month? I was thinking I'd go to Japan, take in the culture, watch the other kind of cherry blossom, and you would -...

Well, play around with others, I guess. Shame on you, mun! Such a fickle, hungry creature.

[Look, I've had you in a game since July, and it's always been a terrible fit for a hedonist (no pun intended) like you. I'm running out of steam.]

So put me out there more! Some friendly communication, with my tongue... with the rest of my body~

It's not that hard, right?

[...! You're the one who -]

Tut-tut! Go on, get your rest, get refreshed. We'll talk later.

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[fantomatique]

Addie, Addie, Addie. So quick to shake off your leash.

You always did love to leave them.

[cherrycocktail]

Nope. You're just a special case.

[He actually has his reasons for wanting to stay in that place. But he's not sharing.]

[fantomatique]

'Special'. What a pretty designation.

You flatter me so.

[cherrycocktail]

Special like a rare disease.

What the hell are you doing here?

[fantomatique]

Loathe to have attention? You are changed.

[cherrycocktail]

Didn't I tell you? You're special. [Just to rub in how much of a compliment it wasn't.

That said, he's more sulky about it than anything. The shock of reunion is always the worst.]

[fantomatique]

Play with care, Addie. We wouldn't want my attention diverted, would we?

[cherrycocktail]

... I asked you what you wanted, didn't I? [Sorta kinda.] If you don't tell me, how am I supposed to know what game you're in the mood for?

[fantomatique]

You have no guesses?

[cherrycocktail]

Maybe I keep hoping you'll surprise me.

[fantomatique]

Were we not past the point of no return?

[cherrycocktail]

Funny you should say that when you keep returning.

[But he puts on a smile, anyway, if not a terribly happy one, and heads over to the liquor cabinet.]

How about a drink before dinner? We may as well pretend to be civilized.

[Yes, he's including himself in that now.]

[fantomatique]

Sustenance is perfectly civil. You've simply lost the taste.

[cherrycocktail]

They do say there's no accounting for taste. That said... accounting's never been my thing in the first place.

[Civil enough in itself. But he's only pouring himself a drink, starting on it immediately.]

[fantomatique]

No, you were meant for the sword. And running. And poor stalling.

But it would be impolite to begrudge you that, wouldn't it? And we are so civil.

[cherrycocktail]

Don't see me running, do you?

But begrudge all you want. Might be a refreshing change.

[fantomatique]

But, Addie, who would love you then?

[cherrycocktail]

... Don't think you know me.

[And there goes the rest of that drink, down the hatch.]

[fantomatique]

I know you. I don't understand you. There is a difference.

[cherrycocktail]

You can't love what you don't understand. That's not love, just a self-indulgent hobby.

[fantomatique]

Says a man once sworn to a God he couldn't understand. Wasn't your love selfless because it came without conditions?

Don't pick and choose.

[cherrycocktail]

That love was never accepted, either.

Guess I owe you and yours for that much anyway: should I ever have started doubting that God exists, I've seen enough to prove He's real.

[fantomatique]

And here you are, for it. Tamed and civil.

An entire education wasted.

[cherrycocktail]

Wasting is a special talent! You really should have listed it among all my other great accomplishments, before.

[fantomatique]

Be good now, Addie, and I might. I'll set down your virtues with ink on paper, and we can laugh together that my appetite for fiction suits yours for delusion with a tailor's fit.

We can be kind to each other. I am always kind when we meet and you pretend more hatred than interest.