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[judgementor]

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

*beep*

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[judgementor]

That depends, is it working?

[ilqaras]

I feel rather attacked, if that's what you mean.

[judgementor]

But you're smiling, aren't you.

[ilqaras]

That is rather presumptuous of you.

So what if I am?

[judgementor]

Then you should be grateful, because I've managed to cheer you up.

And I didn't even have to make you curse this time.

[ilqaras]

You really won't let me live that one down? Horrible.

But, that reminds me, consider this an informal invitation to come visit my new home.

[judgementor]

Dear me. A new home and you're already thinking of things like that?

How scandalous.

[ilqaras]

For tea, Red Wine.

Thank you for confirming my assumptions on how truly horrible you are.

[judgementor]

I thought I'd made that quite clear by now. I am not a nice man.

But I do enjoy tea, so I shall take you up on that offer.

[ilqaras]

Nice or no, you're still rather charming.

And if you truly were not a "nice man", you wouldn't be up keeping me company.

[judgementor]

If you believe me to be a good person, then that's enough for me.

[ilqaras]

Of course I believe you're a good person. You've done nothing but prove that point. Again, I'm sure you would not have answered my message in the middle of the night in favour of more sleep if you weren't.

[judgementor]

I wouldn't answer just anyone in the middle of the night.

[ilqaras]

Oh? And what makes me so special?

[judgementor]

I actually give a damn about you.

[ilqaras]

[it's a handful of minutes before Dohalim answers back, as if trying to figure out what to say]

I suppose me telling you how to feel about me otherwise won't be acceptable.

[judgementor]

You can try it but I think we both know I'm not going to listen to you.

[ilqaras]

Are you sure I cannot convince you? A shame, really. I was hoping I could save you from the disappointment.

[judgementor]

What disappointment would that be?

[ilqaras]

The disappointment of realising the time and effort spent on me will be ill spent at the end of the day.

[judgementor]

It's incredibly annoying when you do that.

[ilqaras]

Forgive me. What little verbal filter I have usually is virtually nonexistent at night, it seems.

[judgementor]

I don't mind your self-deprecation. I know why you do it.

What I mind is the assumption that I'm going to suddenly realise the time I've spent on you, and how I feel for you, are of no value.

I'm not certain if you believe there's no value in those things, or are just waiting for me to reach that conclusion because you think you're a terrible person who doesn't deserve positive attention.

Which isn't true, by the way.

[ilqaras]

[well, this definitely wasn't a conversation he wanted to have when he's already sleep deprived but here they are]

Again, forgive me. It was a thought I should not have voiced out into the open. Or at all.

[judgementor]

But you did, sweetheart.

And so, as you say, here we are.