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[comparative_insanity]

19:47
Monday, November 26

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You have reached Fai Flourite, though I regret to say I'm not in at the moment. I'm probably out somewhere doing very important science-y things, or fulfilling my duties as a teacher, or defying death as an X-man... or I've lost my phone again. If you need to reach me urgently, try calling Yuui Flourite at [number] or Feliks Łukasiewicz at [number].

Be good, and don't to anything I wouldn't do... and do tell me if you ever find anything I wouldn't.

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phone call;

[onlyhisdreams]

[Like she ever expects absolute seriousness out of Fai. She takes a deep breath, deciding to tell it perfectly straight.]

I bruised my hand on someone's face and I still want to kiss him. [Yes, Lorna just said she hit someone.] I feel like a fool.

phone call;

[comparative_insanity]

[That's probably for the best, but just occasionally, it's quite possible for him to pick up what one shouldn't perhaps make a joke about. Now he rolls on his back and makes a small sound of sympathy at the ceiling.]

You're not an idiot, Lorna. Sometimes you really can't help if that's what you feel. [A delicate pause, then:] Who...?

phone call;

[onlyhisdreams]

That is the problem. I no longer want to feel this way.

[A heavy sigh escapes her, which turns into an exasperated sound. She puts her forehead in her hand, really not wanting to say.]

No one of consequence.

[Lorna Dane is a horrible liar.]

phone call;

[comparative_insanity]

I understand that, Lorna. But our hearts usually don't really... care.

[He makes a sound somewhere between amusement and exasperation at that.]

You slapped him and you want to kiss him. I'd call that some consequence, at least. Come now, Lorna.

phone call;

[onlyhisdreams]

[She and her heart need to have a long talk about wanting things she can't or shouldn't have.]

The 'who' is irrelevant. I am stuck with him five days a week, every week, until I either depart for Genosha or die of embarrassment.

phone call;

[comparative_insanity]

...Ah.

[Oh dear, Lorna. Another teacher? Really?

He valiantly manages not to sigh, because that would be mean, and instead makes another small sound indicating sympathy.]

Well, perhaps with time... I know that's not exactly what you want to hear, but at least these things usually do wear off if not... encouraged.

phone call;

[onlyhisdreams]

[Hey, it could totally be another student. Even though you know your twin and best friend both have the same awful taste in men. Older, unavailable, potentially scandalous, probably illegal.]

I need this to "wear off." He is a liar, he is not interested, he needs a haircut, he smells wonderful, his embrace is--

[Lord, strike her down now, that is not at all where she meant to go. She's just going to clamp a hand down over her mouth and try not to scream.]

phone call;

[comparative_insanity]

...It's pretty terrible when they're bad for you and their hair is a mess and they still make you all weak in the knees, huh?

[Yeah, he. knows that one. Repeatedly, even. He always falls for people like that, he swears.]

And you need to focus around him because you have practically taken over his class, right?

phone call;

[onlyhisdreams]

[Dead. Silence.]

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[comparative_insanity]

...thought so. Oh Lorna.

[He is sighing and shaking his head now.]

This teacher thing you have? I know they can be intriguing, but it would be so much better if you could perhaps... try to forget about that. Not that I imagine you haven't tried.

phone call;

[onlyhisdreams]

I do not have a "teacher thing" and I care little what a man does as his profession. I cannot help who I am attracted to. Not to mention, older men are able to handle the concept of my excessive dowry better than teenage boys who barely know which way is up!

[How'd that little outburst feel, Lorna? Do you feel better?]