Sixth Cream Cake: [Written/Action]

[vor]

[Filtered to Ivan Vorpatril, 65% unhackable because it's early and he's sick.]

Ivan,

Would you please look in on the horse for me? The Imperial Ass seems to be having trouble getting out of bed today, as the Imperial Sniffles have turned into the Imperial Plague. We apologize for Our impending death and your impending resulting frustrations.

Regretfully,

Gregor

P.S. If this letter caused you alarm, please give yourself a refresher course in detecting the Imperial Sarcasm.

[/Filtered]

[Gregor is sick as a dog. Apartments adjacent to his have probably heard violent, deep, chesty coughing for about two weeks now. Ordinarily, he'd have on-site approved physicians checking him out and prescribing whatever antibiotic was necessary, but here, he has to actually go seek out help. So. To the Battle Dome clinic he goes, looking specifically to see Adele LeBlanc when she's in. He will wait for her, if necessary.

Afterwards, he's going to the library, then the bakery for coffee and something sweet. Anyone stopping in can see him sitting inside, devouring a psychology textbook and sipping coffee, the cream cakes reduced to crumbs. They are the only thing he has eaten all day. He is not looking great, occasionally falling into bad coughing fits, for which he ducks outside, but recovering fairly quickly. When he heads home, he goes straight to bed despite his plans to work out. And the fact that it's the middle of the day.]

[Filtered to Phoenix Ikki 79%]

PI--

I suppose we're supposed to be pen pals, whatever that entails. I hope you're adjusting to the village well.

--GB

Comments

[vor]

I'm not...used to people pointing it out to me, to be honest.

[thedicearecast]

What do they do?

[vor]

Usually they continue the conversation. I respond.

[thedicearecast]

Kind of like now?

[Amelia grins a little.]

[vor]

Usually a little less awkwardly. [But the shy smile indicates that her last sentence made him relax a little.]

[thedicearecast]

You really think that was awkward? I just asked you a question.

[vor]

I applaud the recovery.

[thedicearecast]

How thoughtful of you.

[Amelia glances down at her cake--still untouched--then lets out a sigh.]

I should get back. I came here to get donuts for my housemate.

[vor]

[He gives her a polite nod, picking up his plate and hers.] A pleasure meeting you, Amelia.

[thedicearecast]

Hey.

[Amelia reaches out, taking hold of the opposite side of the plate.]

I'll take it with me. They've got boxes. It's just too early in the day for sweets.

[vor]

[With a little smile, he releases it to her and offers her the second.] For your friend?

[thedicearecast]

[Amelia hesitates, then nods as she takes the plate.]

Thanks.

[Vash will probably appreciate it. And it'll be nice to surprise him.]

It was nice to meet you too.

[vor]

[With a polite nod, he settles back down with his coffee, opening his book again.]