IC contact for wethelost

[devoutish]

Solomons & Melborn
1108 Sweet Cream Street

[Feel free to use this space for letter/package deliveries as well as visits/knocks on the front door!]

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[furgood]

Meowbe. But more impurrtantly, do you like anything in particular for your presents. I have... two months. If renarts date guessing is accurate.

-Meu

[devoutish]

Will you come meet me in person to talk?

- A.

[furgood]

[Rather than reply with a letter, she shows up at his place. She's a little curious honestly, but she knocks and waits. It's at this point that she realizes not answering ahead of time means he might not be home.]

[devoutish]

[Luckily, he is indeed there when she arrives, and answers the knock readily, ushering her through the door.]

Come in, come in. Tea?

[furgood]

[She beams and walks in, biting her lip to hold back a grin. She's acting a little different than she used to, not always orienting herself towards him to catch anything he says, but it's only noticeable if one is really looking. She's still polite enough--and in enough of a habit, to keep her eyes on him]

Tea would be lovely. I didn't bring anything to eat with this time, I should have grabbed something.

[devoutish]

Tea it is, then.

[He bustles off to the kitchen, turning to look over his shoulder to speak so that she can read his lips.]

What's this about Renart figuring out the dates, then?

[furgood]

Well she seemed to have a fairly good idea of when her birthday was. Maybe I was projecting? I was kind of guessing with Halloween but most people seemed to agree. Maybe they do with the seasons? Don't those come on purrticular dates?

[devoutish]

Yeah, we can guess at the month that way. I suppose I was hoping somebody had found their way to a proper calendar.

[furgood]

Well if you know what day and month a season started on, you would know what day and month it was if you kept track of how long it had been. Maybe someone has. Have you asked?

[devoutish]

If only it were as uncomplicated as that.

[He sighs.]

I've asked Zephyr. Yes. He's been able to tell me the day of the week; that's useful. That's not nothing.

[furgood]

I know... you want to know for your days. For your holidays and things. [She sighs ] I wish I could help. I feel like there's a way to figure it out but...

[devoutish]

Not likely. I'd also need to know the year, to match it up with my own calendar. No, I've resigned myself to not finding out anytime soon.

[He gets the teapot set up, then turns to face her fully.]

Now, tell me about birthdays.

[furgood]

It's still important to you...

[But she lets the subject drop ] What about birthdays? Besides that I asked what you'd like and you've yet to answer.

[devoutish]

Aren't birthday presents meant to be surprises? I can't very well tell you what I want, can I.

[furgood]

Depends on the purrson. Maybe you want something functional? Or something handmade or heartfelt or...I don't know, silly. If you wanted something in particular, you'd probably want to say something.

[devoutish]

Oh, heartfelt's nice, don't you think?

[He spreads his hands to her, offering a smile.]

If I wanted something in particular, I wouldn't dream of requesting it as a birthday gift. But you're gonna let me surprise you in return, yeah?

[furgood]

It is, it is. [ Her smile softens ] And that happens to be my speciality.

[ She tucks back a curl of hair and giggles ] I'll be dying of curiosity but I can let you surprise me.

[devoutish]

Then surprise you I will.

[He turns back to the stove, talking over his shoulder again.]

Catch me up on how you've been, then.

[furgood]

You have plenty of time. [ She beams ] I've been well. I met up with a friend in the dreams and all. I'm working on a bread recipe I found in the library but it's not quite right.

Also right now, I'm still getting over how different you sound than I imagined.

[devoutish]

[Say what. The look of surprise on his face is probably obvious.]

You wished your hearing back?

[furgood]

[She looks a little flustered but she nods and shifts so she's not quite looking at him] I've been thinking about it for a while. I felt guilty for a long time but I finally just decided to do something for me.

[devoutish]

And why would you feel guilty?

[furgood]

That's complicated... I don't mind telling you but it's not something nice.

[devoutish]

[He nods in acknowledgement, indicating that she can go on.]

[furgood]

I... Sorry I've never told anyone. Well. I told someone but they sort of assumed wrong so I wanted to set the record straight.

I was deafened when I was 13. By the father off my friend from the Capitol. To punish him. [She fidgets] I-- should have decided what I wanted to say before I started. But I was beaten until-- my left arm still isn't as strong.

He ended up muting himself sort of. As his own sacrifice. For me I guess? It's-- this is so dramatic. [She laughs awkwardly and dives her hair back with both hands ] I feel guilty because-- Well, obviously.