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[propulsion]

"You have reached the life model decoy of Tony Stark."

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[propulsion]

Rains in Africa, I swear to lady Jesus. Hey -- thanks for calling.

[ What, did she want something? ]

[sulahnan]

Wh--but schnookums!

[ What does any of this mean?! ]

[propulsion]

Honeypie.

[sulahnan]

[ ??????? ]

I'm way too dumb for this level of subtle flirting, Tonathan.

[propulsion]

Need I remind you that you called me?

[sulahnan]

To ask a question, yeah, which you haven't answered.

[propulsion]

[ A beat as this is absorbed and processed. ]

It's an endearment. Like kind of syrupy, for comedic effect.

[sulahnan]

Oh. Honeypie. Gotcha. Eshal called me Sweet, so that makes double-sense.

[ Processing... ]

But-- [ The sound of her gears turning, this is. ]

[propulsion]

What.

[sulahnan]

--That's the kind of cute shit you call a friend you've fucked. Or wanna fuck.

[propulsion]

[ --sudden coughing, like he was drinking something and he inhaled it. ]

[sulahnan]

[ Unseen, her brows lift, and she sits back. I'll wait. ]

[propulsion]

[ Coughing peters out after a thump to the chest. Hhrgrh.

Long pause, then; ]

Oh it is?

[sulahnan]

Spoken like someone who knows it is.

[propulsion]

[ He shoulda hung up on updog. ]

I mean. Kinda. Yes? But also, not that deep.

[sulahnan]

[ I mean she's not mad or anything, if anything she sounds amused. Confused, and a little smug, but amused. Also she's about to make a remark about not that deep, in the context, but changes tack. ]

Clearly, since you turned me down.

[propulsion]

No, I mean--

I mean yeah, that happened, [ let's just breeze past that ] but I thought that was the dynamic.

[sulahnan]

What?

[propulsion]

What.

[sulahnan]

You thought friends that wanna fuck was the dynamic?

[propulsion]

[ Long pause.

Then-- ]

Yep.

[sulahnan]

[ Encouraging nod via crystal. ]

Sssoooooo?

[propulsion]

So.

I was seeing someone. I am seeing someone, except she's on another plane of existence, and I'm still figuring out where I land on the likelihood of ever seeing her again, but when I got pulled out of that place and into this one, I was trying to do a good job. At that.

I don't know how 'too soon' is meant to last. I go back and forth on that. But doing a kiss while high off my ass seems like a messy time to figure it out. It's not you, it's the existential crisis.

[sulahnan]

[ There's exactly two seconds of considering that. ]

Hm. Okay.

[ She might not get it exactly, but she accepts it. ]

[propulsion]

Okay.

[ Pause. ]

I got some elf puns I can call you instead but I'd prefer to keep them on deck for elves I'm not friends with. 'Cause they're not great.