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[foolishwren]

ffzzbrrttzzckssshhhh

"Yo, it's Heather. I'm probably asleep or Godzilla ate my 'Gear or something so I can't answer you right now. But feel free to leave a message or something. I'll probably get back to you. ... Probably. Peace out."

BEEEEEEEEEEEEP.
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[Voice; August 22, 3:26 AM]

[foolishwren]

<sub>[There's a rustling sound as Heather rolls onto her side to face the wall, back turned on the rest of the room.]

[First things first... a few days had passed, and while she certainly hadn't felt GOOD about how they'd left things, the sting of the conversation had at least faded.]</sub>

M'sorry about the other day.

I just... had to cool off.

Before I said anything stupid.

_{[Because... yeah. She would have said something stupid. Guaranteed.]}

[Voice; August 22, 3:26 AM]

[restardom.livejournal.com]

... Like I did?

[ ... yeah. ]

[Voice; August 22, 3:26 AM]

[foolishwren]

_{[... A very, very muffled laugh. There's no real mirth in it... but it's at least an indication that things are okay.]}

Yeah. Like that.

[Voice; August 22, 3:26 AM]

[restardom.livejournal.com]

[ it's a relief to hear it, and Rise snuggles down a little more with her owlball, some of the tension slowly ebbing away. ]

I know it's not that... what I said.

[Voice; August 22, 3:26 AM]

[foolishwren]

I know. You were... y'know, mad.

Honestly it's ... pretty easy to get mad at me sometimes.

_{[Heather can feel Cujo's warm weight somewhere by her feet, but otherwise she'll just have to settle for wrapping an arm around herself. They've been getting ready to leave, so her Pokemon are all cooped up in their Pokeballs for the night to cut down on morning chaos.]}

[Voice; August 22, 3:26 AM]

[restardom.livejournal.com]

That's because people care, dummy.

[Voice; August 22, 3:26 AM]

[foolishwren]

_{[Another quiet half-chuckle.]}

I know.

... I know, a lot of people care.

I'm real lucky.

I just... there's some hard stuff happening, and I... I wasn't ready to deal with it. _{[... She STILL doesn't feel entirely ready to deal with it... will she ever? Honestly, she doesn't know.]}

[Voice; August 22, 3:26 AM]

[restardom.livejournal.com]

... It's okay.

[ and really, she realizes, it is. It will be. ]

You don't have to tell me. You've got your reasons, right? So I'll just support you, anyway!

[Voice; August 22, 3:26 AM]

[foolishwren]

... That's why I do trust you.

[Voice; August 22, 3:26 AM]

[restardom.livejournal.com]

... Yeah. I know.

[Voice; August 22, 3:26 AM]

[foolishwren]

It's just ... this thing.

I'm not-- ... it's got nothing to do with you-- _{[Except it kind of does.]}-- it's just my stupid inability to deal that's the problem _{[Yeah it kind of is.]} ... and...

_{[Oh, hello, deep stabbing guilt pains. Heather doesn't remember inviting you to this conversation. Wincing, she brings her OTHER knee up to her chest so that she can just lie there in a ball under the covers with her 'Gear smashed between her face and the mattress.]}

I'm sorry.

Just... know that it's got nothing to do with whether or not I trust you, okay?

[Voice; August 22, 3:26 AM]

[restardom.livejournal.com]

[ a nod, before she remembers that Heather can't see her-- well done, Rise, your brain needs recharging when it's close to four in the morning. And god, Heather, she loves you, but it drives her crazy when people insist it's not her problem. If her friend can't deal with something, it's most definitely her problem.

But she's tired and relieved and worried all at once, so she doesn't say as much. ]

Okay. Just... hang in there.

[Voice; August 22, 3:26 AM]

[foolishwren]

<sub>[Yeah, it's... honestly, NOT telling Rise about it will probably be back to bite her in the ass before too much longer... but ... all the same...]

[Talking about it hurts.]</sub>

Don't worry. I will.

[Voice; August 22, 3:26 AM]

[restardom.livejournal.com]

[ a quiet, satisfied noise. ]

Then go to sleep. You're not doing your skin any favors, you know!

[Voice; August 22, 3:26 AM]

[foolishwren]

_{[... There's a sort of incredulous snort from Heather's end of the line.]}

My skin?

What's my skin got to do with anything?

[Voice; August 22, 3:26 AM]

[restardom.livejournal.com]

It's important.

[Voice; August 22, 3:26 AM]

[foolishwren]

It's not like lack of sleep is gonna give me any more freckles or zit scars than I already have...

[Voice; August 22, 3:26 AM]

[restardom.livejournal.com]

How little you know, Heather...

[Voice; August 22, 3:26 AM]

[foolishwren]

What, are you seriously saying I'll magically grow more freckles if I don't sleep?

[Voice; August 22, 3:26 AM]

[restardom.livejournal.com]

It's a possibility...

[ trying to sound so official. ]

[Voice; August 22, 3:26 AM]

[foolishwren]

<sub>[A pause.]

[SHE IS ACTUALLY CONTEMPLATING THIS.]

[Heather doesn't actually know that much about this stuff.]</sub>

I thought freckles came from being in the sun.

... And like... a curse from God or something.

[Voice; August 22, 3:26 AM]

[restardom.livejournal.com]

And not sleeping.

[Voice; August 22, 3:26 AM]

[foolishwren]

... I'm not sure I buy it.

_{[... SURE WOULD EXPLAIN WHY HEATHER'S GOT SO MANY OF THE DAMN THINGS, THOUGH...]}

[Voice; August 22, 3:26 AM]

[restardom.livejournal.com]

It's worth a shot sleeping now to ward 'em off, right?

[Voice; August 22, 3:26 AM]

[foolishwren]

I think you're just trying to get me off the line.