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No no thAT chest is yours now! PLease thi s is anew chest chest for you my you only. much safer, more secrit. no one even knows i hav it! hmm made of mahogony and whale bone vrry much impenetrtable. steel locks everything.

no harm. only good nussles shh shh my daring my DARLING shh sh no harm! :x

you cannot help being clever wel that is you!

[ ... ] oh what o Wallace wants me to say???

didyo uknow he has been talking very much? Who knows what hes saying but its is important HOLD ON somethingsomethin g no i will mlet w w Wallace tell you.

Forgive my intrusion.

It has come to my attention that no fewer than three of this manor’s servants are accepting coin from Lady Blackstock in exchange for reports regarding Lord Pendleton’s activities.

There are ways to enter unseen, should you prefer.

Whatever you do, know that they are waiting. I regret that I am able to misdirect them only so far.

-WH

Oh, indeed? I was unaware that whale bone could be used for such purposes. That box does seem im

[ Oh, that's.

Not. Treavor.

There's a long silence while she deliberates on her next steps, on the reply she should send. On whether it's wiser to return to Anna's tonight - but won't this eventually require her attention? She won't - can't - keep away from him forever.

Not yet, anyhow. ]

[...]

If you care to help, I would appreciate the assistance.

[ She begins to add something more - some explanation for her actions, something to alleviate swift-growing embarrassment that her messages have been read by someone other.

But -

But.

He's a servant.

He may think her lowborn, but she isn't.

She owes him nothing.

...Still. ]

I

Your aid and discretion are

Thank you.

[ There’s a delay in the arrival of the next message, a space during which Wallace reads and catches at the woman’s response. It isn’t what he expected. It is something worth holding in mind. ]

If you wish.

A back door or a window.

-WH

[ ... ]

Lord Pendleton requests that I send his regards.

He is, he says, thinking [ ... ] fondly of you.

Preferably a back door; I am loathe to be mistaken for a prowler, climbing in through windows of an evening.

As to Lord Pendleton's regards, I suspect in his current state that 'fondly' was not a word applied. I appreciate your diplomatic translation.

I will keep my regards to myself until his phone is back in his possession, however, and enjoy some pretense of privacy.

You'll need to see yourself in.

[ What follows is a set of instructions - precise and clearly described - to a rarely used door, along with by an outline of a somewhat circuitous route leading from said door to Treavor's study. ]

I'll see that the door is unlocked.

This approach isn't without its risks. Move silently, if you're able.

-WH

WHAT DidD WALLACE TELL YOU?? :O ?

i'm missed you.......

OH it is me again! YOur you again!! :3

Yeah I mean that's wise of you. YOU'VE seen Default Curmudgeon's back pillow. You don't want to end up looking like that. :/

Okay wait, no, I don't mean— Kid, you know there's no way on this shit planet you'd ever look like an ages-old sweat-stained back pillow. I didn't mean that. (And if I need to prove it to you, I can tell you what I'M wearing. ;) ;) ;) ...It's work clothes. I am dressed for terrible work. :/ Underneath I am sweaty already. That's your titillating Mr. Katrina update.)

(Wait I'm wearing sunglasses THAT'S sexy, I bet. Hey, what are the sexy rules of clothes? I don't actually know?)

I miss your Grade A Specialty Cuddles. It has been nearly seven hours, Kat. Nearly seven hours with no Grade A Specialty Cuddles, or Wife Cuddles of any kind!

Ah, so it is! And how I have missed you, in turn!

What did Wallace tell me? Hm. He only told me a secret manner of reaching my beloved, so that we may enjoy our dalliance uninterrupted.

I must employ all manner of stealth, and take care to hide from prying eyes. You see, I refused to climb through a window, so I must take a more circuitous and deadly route. But I shall risk such a dangerous endeavor for my you.

[...]

Assuming he has not laid a trap for me, I am inclined to believe your man cares a good deal for your happiness.

I'm not really sure about the sexy rules of clothes. I'm wearing a koala onesie and sticky notes over the -

Hold on.

[...]

Purple underwear. Matched set, of course, because I'm a LADY. (Read: A-type personality who can't exist with mismatched underwear.) Not that it matters under a >>>koala onesie<<<<.

But I happen to think YOU look great in just about anything. Special place in my heart, of course, for soft t-shirts right after a shower, when your stomach's still warm. Best time of day. (Does that count for sexy? I think that just counts for Comforting.)

Hm. You know, I've never really thought about what I find " " " sexy " " " about male aesthetics. It's more what you do, and how you do it. General 'you', male species. Specific 'you', as well. See for reference the way I keep lurking while you shave.

Hey. Hey! One more hour! One hour to husband and Wife Cuddles! (No Specialty Cuddles for a while, as the other W is home and looks like he could use some serious Punk Cuddling, too. I'm doing my best, but this is an all-the-stops issue. BUT. You get W Sandwich now, and I'll make the Grade A into a Midnight Special. ;) Lucky, lucky Fish. )

My you mised me. How warm to hear it. :3

:O :O :O THE BRAVEST GIRL BRVEST WOMEN!!

Wallace wold not trap even if Wallace is feelinr pissy.

He doesn not unlike you, Katrine. Hmmm you hvav won him over iI think. c:

(Do not ples tell him I said this it is a secrtei only ou and he and i must know. :o )

Please thouhg be careful i hope it is nto too dangerous? If you hear my broht er s or no Wallace would not let you enr them it is fine.

be care my love. :c c:

I assure you, I will not tell him our secret; I have no means of communicating with him, anyhow. It will be the best-kept secret on earth, better still than our little trysts. ;)

Now - I must be silent for a time. I am here, but must follow these most convoluted instructions to reach you, and avoid your brothers in the meantime.

Soon, my love.

Wish me luck.

:3 :3 :3

thIs is me, waiting quite and patient for my rbave brave you!

quiet and luck! Wallace did say i mm i'm need quiet. Not to greet loud when your arive!

so i Am here quiet and luck!!

:3 :3 :3

:3 :3 :3

:3 :3 :#

Katrina! this sis my luck! for you. also my lovw ALSO for you!!

:3 :3 :3

i am wait !!

:3

Sure I mean, of course I look killer in everything. I'm the avatar of sexy. That's just facts, kid.

Not that I can hope to outclass my wife, styling in her onesie and (!!) purple (!!) underwear (how risqué!).

Hey, that's something else you and my other W have in common: you both rock the purple undies.

...I hate that I said undies. I would erase it, delete it, but erasure could never undo my sin. Forgive me, Katrina, for I have erred greatly. My life, my soul is forfeit.

What the fuuuck.

Better topic: you lurking while I share. Please do lurk. It keeps me honest. Keeps me shaving. See all the work I do, just to be the avatar of sexy, just for you!

[ ... ]

Shit, he was supposed to talk to Cecelia today. I'll send him a message, see what's up.

Hey, maybe I should be home something special for W Sandwich time? IDK what, because I'm pretty sure the answer's not liquor. ...Help?

Give me an hour, I'm gonna cuddle the shit out of both of you. Dreaming about that Midnight Special all the while. c;

Oh Great and Powerful Avatar of Sexy,

I regret to inform you that the purple underwear are cotton, and therefore ineligible for the Risqué Factor. I think the other W's are also cotton, so we're probably not taking strides to be Sexiest Trio here. You're going to have to pull everyone's weight on the Sexy front.

At least you didn't call them 'panties'. That's a gross word. Panties. Panties. :c gross

Give W some times to nap before you message him. He made a beeline for the bedroom and collapsed. (That's not normal, right?) I hung out until he fell asleep, but I'm not you, or this is a bigger situation than one-woman cuddling can solve. If it's about C - I'm going to guess he's frustrated. Being on the other coast when she's in trouble is helpless-inducing.

Okay, W care package shopping list:

Swedish Fish
Flowers of the yellow variety
Coffee, black, from the shop on the corner

I'll get takeout from that weird Thai place he likes. We can figure out the rest when you get home.

Awww, what's her name?

Amaryllis!!

best bird in the world she even tells shitty people to fuck right off. <33 you should know her. meet her. best bird.

Such a sassy girl.❤️ I would love to meet her.

( continued from here.)

~~Oh, no, I~~ ~~It isn't that~~

[ ... ]

Would you like me to ask questions of you? I [ ... ] wasn't certain whether—

Mm. I didn't know whether you might prefer that the past 'remain buried.' You've mentioned little enough about your origins, and I [ ... ] expected you might prefer silence for a reason. ~~You've mentioned a husband~~ You've mentioned [ ... ] certain grisly events, and I [ ... ] shouldn't like to open old - or not-so-old - wounds.

Besides, I imagine you've had your fill of unwanted prying from my fellow nobles.

[ ... ]

[ ... ]

If you cared to speak of your prior circumstances, you would have my whole attention.

Regarding the rest, I wasn't aware we were awarding merits, as well. Not that it matters; precious few on this entire Isle would bear such bestowal.

And who was it this time? Sheldon's had his share of barbed rejections; it's what comes of offering an open heart.

Edited 2019-08-18 02:45 (UTC)

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