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ANTIGONE INBOX: username ANTIGONEIGUESS
PENDING INBOX: username ITSPENDING
KNIFE INBOX: nonexistent (for now)

[woman doing math dot gif...

then a coughahem to actually get Antigone's voice back on right.]

Uh--oh. I... You... were worried? About that?

Of course I was. You're my friend, even if I don't know what you think of me right now.

A--

[huh????????????????????????? Jayce Jerk Talkass Talis is dropping friendship on a bitch currently in the middle of trying to endure five weeks of solitary madness?? is this like. is this a setup?

...it's probably not a setup. he's too like. honest for that.]

I, uh... [fuck, it's hard to get thoughts and feelings to idle long enough to tack down to words, especially with the constant looking around to ensure she's alone.] I, I-yi-yuh...I didn't know. That. You thought that. Actually. Considering I'm-- [a liar and a shithead and maybe six hours away from crashing out before locking the fuck back in to stay on-task.] Not...very good?

...You didn't know I thought you were a friend? Am I just that bad at this?

[First he belittles her to the point she flips out on him, now she's surprised he even thinks of her as a friend. Fuck, he sucks at having normal friends, doesn't he?]

Yeah, I do. And you're fine. I'm the one who was overstepping boundaries, remember?

[his mistake was picking someone with a really bad sense of self-worth and deciding that was friend-shaped. easy mistake, anyone coulda done it.]

I mean--yeah, but, [but-- flounder.] I, I dunno, you had, have...more important things to deal with? Right? [like not fuckin' dying for five weeks in fae hell where you could accidentally slight something that can curse you into a tree or make your brain think backwards or--]

You're one of those important things.

[Said with a genuineness that Knife surely hates.]

Anyway, if you're busy right now, it's fine. We don't have to talk long. I just know you were nervous about coming here. Let me know if you get in trouble, okay?

[she exhales an anxious, pained whine. just bash her head in with a shovel, godfuckingdammit.]

N-no, that. Ha. No. What, what're you gonna do? Beat a fae? You, you-you probably smell like a magic cheeseball to them as it is! Don't implicate yourself stupidly!

I'm not implicating myself at all. I can talk them down, gently. Maybe you find that hard to believe, but I used to be good at talking to people.

[Rather, he used to be good at telling people what they want to hear, regardless of how genuine he was about it. Maybe the reason he's so bad at it with Antigone is because he's trying to be honest?]