Cerrit lingers late after a scheduled milita training, to catch Jean to talk. He's picking at his feathers on his neck and chest, straightening them. It's post-gala and post several talks they've each had. It's time to reach an accord between the two of them.
It's been a few weeks since the gala - long enough for some fires to burn out, Town Hall to redistribute Dahlia's work, and for unease to set in. Thus, she calls, one afternoon.
"Jean. I was wondering if you'd care to come by, when you're next free."
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By tradition I declare: damn OCs and their one-liners
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Wrap?
october.
"Jean. I was wondering if you'd care to come by, when you're next free."
That's the best way to start this.
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After A Long Silence
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