[She automatically thinks to protest: hers weren't as good, she wants to say, she couldn't get the lighting right, she looked too serious in them. Then she considers everything Miorine had admitted to tonight. She makes a sound that sounds like a grumble, but of course, Suletta did not gripe. Definitely not.]
Okay. [...] But you can't tease.
[A few moments later, and an image is sent. Suletta's in the oversized shirt in this one, sitting on the edge of the bed with the phone angled above her. Her hair is loose and tousled. She is frowning, just a little: her brows creased together. It looks as if she's focusing so hard on the act of taking the photograph, that she forgets she's the subject of the photo entirely.]
...
That was the only one I didn't dislike.
[It's not said with any melancholy. If anything, she sounds a bit disgruntled.]
[She wants to sound annoyed a little longer, but she can't keep the surprised relief out of her voice. She smiles too.]
Thank you.
[She ponders over something for a moment. Decides, for now, on a compromise.]
Then I'll wear it down more often around you.
[It was not practical during any kind of pilot work, and she... she didn't like the idea of wearing it down during classes. But alone with Miorine, that was fine. She would try that much.]
[ Miorine offers quiet distracted acknowledgment, she's tapping quietly on her phone in between talking to Suletta.
It might seem like she's handling something for work but— ]
I won't be home for a few days still but I'm sending something in advance of that. There's a lot of shopping on this Front, I saw something that reminded me of you.
[ Tracking information is sent to Suletta almost instantly. ]
You have class at 7 tomorrow.
[ Yes she knows Suletta's schedule by memory. ]
Do you need anything else from me? If not you should sleep. You always get cranky if you don't get a full 8 hours.
[She sounds surprised. There's a little "oh!" when she receives the tracking information. Still sounding a little thrown, she responds absently:]
- Yes, I do! [... The slightest of frowns.] Cranky... [Was she cranky when she hadn't slept well? Something about Miorine noticing these details makes her blush.] alright. I will. I don't need anything else, but you should sleep too. You never get enough sleep.
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Date: 2023-06-24 03:42 am (UTC)[ She says it almost immediately. ]
One that you took, with no opinions from Secillia.
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Date: 2023-06-24 04:08 am (UTC)[She automatically thinks to protest: hers weren't as good, she wants to say, she couldn't get the lighting right, she looked too serious in them. Then she considers everything Miorine had admitted to tonight. She makes a sound that sounds like a grumble, but of course, Suletta did not gripe. Definitely not.]
Okay. [...] But you can't tease.
[A few moments later, and an image is sent. Suletta's in the oversized shirt in this one, sitting on the edge of the bed with the phone angled above her. Her hair is loose and tousled. She is frowning, just a little: her brows creased together. It looks as if she's focusing so hard on the act of taking the photograph, that she forgets she's the subject of the photo entirely.]
...
That was the only one I didn't dislike.
[It's not said with any melancholy. If anything, she sounds a bit disgruntled.]
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Date: 2023-06-24 04:36 am (UTC)[ Miorine is already teasing, obviously. But otherwise she waits patiently and listens to the quiet sounds on the other line.
She's already looking at the picture when Suletta returns sounding less than pleased. Miorine however is smiling. ]
You look good. I like when you wear your hair down.
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Date: 2023-06-24 04:50 am (UTC)[She wants to sound annoyed a little longer, but she can't keep the surprised relief out of her voice. She smiles too.]
Thank you.
[She ponders over something for a moment. Decides, for now, on a compromise.]
Then I'll wear it down more often around you.
[It was not practical during any kind of pilot work, and she... she didn't like the idea of wearing it down during classes. But alone with Miorine, that was fine. She would try that much.]
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Date: 2023-06-24 02:02 pm (UTC)[ Miorine offers quiet distracted acknowledgment, she's tapping quietly on her phone in between talking to Suletta.
It might seem like she's handling something for work but— ]
I won't be home for a few days still but I'm sending something in advance of that. There's a lot of shopping on this Front, I saw something that reminded me of you.
[ Tracking information is sent to Suletta almost instantly. ]
You have class at 7 tomorrow.
[ Yes she knows Suletta's schedule by memory. ]
Do you need anything else from me? If not you should sleep. You always get cranky if you don't get a full 8 hours.
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Date: 2023-06-24 05:22 pm (UTC)[She sounds surprised. There's a little "oh!" when she receives the tracking information. Still sounding a little thrown, she responds absently:]
- Yes, I do! [... The slightest of frowns.] Cranky... [Was she cranky when she hadn't slept well? Something about Miorine noticing these details makes her blush.] alright. I will. I don't need anything else, but you should sleep too. You never get enough sleep.