[Aefenglom IC Inbox]

[judgementor]

"Leave a message. If it's important, I'll get back to you."

*beep*

Comments

[battlebound]

[ It's a welcome change of subject, something which he easily slips into because it's more like them. More like everything they've always been. He folds his arms and settles into the position Red Wine had occupied before, turned towards the room, red eyes following Red Wine's movements.

The calm and the relief disappear as quickly as the subject changes when Red Wine mutters that particular comment. ]

Wh— [ Rude. But typical. Typical is good. ] Do you think I'm illiterate?

[ That's too easy. ]

[judgementor]

You know my opinion on your general level of intelligence.

[Red Wine replies blithely, crossing one knee neatly over the other and resting the book against his thigh. He looks over what Steak has written, and... finds no real fault with it.]

It's sufficient. [He says, humming out the words softly.]

Are you finished?

[battlebound]

[ And for that remark, Red Wine gets a very obscene hand gesture and eye roll. ]

Good night, Red Wine.

[ He's out. ]