The Proscenium; Jeremiahofphilo - Tumblr Posts
While Dolasach did know of the bounty on Rafayel's head, by now it had faded into mere background knowledge regarding her partner. With how little issue he seemed to have with being seen with her—another bounty—in public, she figured it didn't play too much of a part in how he conducted himself. If anything, she'd sooner believe he just didn't want to deal with the hassle of meeting new people.
Not that she'd mention any of that unprompted. Or out here in public.
She tried to take her stuff from Jeremiah on their way back down to the air hockey tables, quietly but very visibly reaching for her bag and the cat plushie.
She considered his offer with a brief hum. "With a strategy like that, you might end up being called for a huge order of assorted flowers one day. Then I'd have you stay a while for some tea maybe, if he's not fully immersed in painting."
"But we can discuss that another time. Right now I wanna see what kind of air hockey beast you've got hidden inside you, Jer," she happily teased, casually dropping a tentative nickname. She wasn't quite sure what she wanted to settle on for him yet, even though he seemed to have found something for her rather quickly.
"I want to be absolutely terrified of whatever sort of monster you'll turn into in a proper battle. Unless of course you're just as 'good' at this as you were with skee-ball."
(RE?)connecting; @jeremiahofphilo
Wednesday night. Cool, moderately windy, with the moon mostly blocked by the clouds.
Half an hour earlier than the agreed upon time, Dolasach arrived at the arcade—a flashy building with three floors of entertainment that ranged from the classic crane game, to a newly installed interactive holographic setup ‘that brought VR into IRL.’ Rolling up the sleeves of the beige and navy cardigan that her pouty lover insisted she wear lent her, she made her way deeper inside with a goal in mind.
Recalling that Jeremiah mentioned that he couldn’t figure out some of the machines, she made it a point to take some time to scour the place for anything that either looked like something Jeremiah would know about, or seemed like the right level of complexity for it to still be fun to figure out. Or maybe they could have fun with something they could both figure out together?
It crossed her mind that this was probably way more busywork than Jeremiah could’ve ever expected from her, but after how… Awkward? Some of their last meeting went, she just wanted to try and make sure things go relatively well. Or at least, they wouldn’t have that much dead air if it did get awkward again.
She pulled out her phone and quickly sent Jeremiah a text once she was satisfied with her findings, the time hitting close to their rendezvous.
->Mr. Philo-dendron: Let me know when you’re here, will meet you at the entrance. Take your time btw! No rush :>
Dolasach took the chance to swipe her card for this round, a real sense of competitiveness starting to brew in her gut. She eyes him warily as she sets the puck down, already getting into a headspace not too dissimilar to when she's about to set out on a mission. Something about the sort of energy he was giving about facing off against her had her even more eager to see how he'd fare.
"Brace yourself, Jer."
Then she strikes. The resulting sound from the mallet is piercingly loud, and the puck speeds towards Jeremiah's goal slot after bouncing off the side.
She's ready for a proper match—if this didn't turn out to be slaughter on his end, that is.
(RE?)connecting; @jeremiahofphilo
Wednesday night. Cool, moderately windy, with the moon mostly blocked by the clouds.
Half an hour earlier than the agreed upon time, Dolasach arrived at the arcade—a flashy building with three floors of entertainment that ranged from the classic crane game, to a newly installed interactive holographic setup ‘that brought VR into IRL.’ Rolling up the sleeves of the beige and navy cardigan that her pouty lover insisted she wear lent her, she made her way deeper inside with a goal in mind.
Recalling that Jeremiah mentioned that he couldn’t figure out some of the machines, she made it a point to take some time to scour the place for anything that either looked like something Jeremiah would know about, or seemed like the right level of complexity for it to still be fun to figure out. Or maybe they could have fun with something they could both figure out together?
It crossed her mind that this was probably way more busywork than Jeremiah could’ve ever expected from her, but after how… Awkward? Some of their last meeting went, she just wanted to try and make sure things go relatively well. Or at least, they wouldn’t have that much dead air if it did get awkward again.
She pulled out her phone and quickly sent Jeremiah a text once she was satisfied with her findings, the time hitting close to their rendezvous.
->Mr. Philo-dendron: Let me know when you’re here, will meet you at the entrance. Take your time btw! No rush :>
Dolasach hadn't quite expected the speed with which he reacted and received the puck, only managing to graze the puck with her mallet once it was too late. It bounces off of it and slides right into the slot, scoring one for Jeremiah.
She blinked and looked between the score and her new friend. Then her gaze shifted into something that looked quite a lot like when a cat hones in on something interesting.
"Oh... You're good good," she said, slowly breaking into a grin as she sets the puck back on the rink. "How thrilling. This is going to be fun."
She strikes the puck again, this time trying for a strong direct shot right into the goal.
(RE?)connecting; @jeremiahofphilo
Wednesday night. Cool, moderately windy, with the moon mostly blocked by the clouds.
Half an hour earlier than the agreed upon time, Dolasach arrived at the arcade—a flashy building with three floors of entertainment that ranged from the classic crane game, to a newly installed interactive holographic setup ‘that brought VR into IRL.’ Rolling up the sleeves of the beige and navy cardigan that her pouty lover insisted she wear lent her, she made her way deeper inside with a goal in mind.
Recalling that Jeremiah mentioned that he couldn’t figure out some of the machines, she made it a point to take some time to scour the place for anything that either looked like something Jeremiah would know about, or seemed like the right level of complexity for it to still be fun to figure out. Or maybe they could have fun with something they could both figure out together?
It crossed her mind that this was probably way more busywork than Jeremiah could’ve ever expected from her, but after how… Awkward? Some of their last meeting went, she just wanted to try and make sure things go relatively well. Or at least, they wouldn’t have that much dead air if it did get awkward again.
She pulled out her phone and quickly sent Jeremiah a text once she was satisfied with her findings, the time hitting close to their rendezvous.
->Mr. Philo-dendron: Let me know when you’re here, will meet you at the entrance. Take your time btw! No rush :>
[lets out a little giggle as she's pulled closer and reaches up to squish his face between her hands. pretends to pout, but that mischievous glint remains]
Of course you're mistaken, it not because I'm horribly smitten with you, absolutely not! How can I fall that deeply in love with a walking fern?
[laughs, then gets on the tips of her toes to press a kiss to his lips anyway]
[takes his hand and kisses the back of it, soft, and peppering a few more until she kisses his palm. eyes glint with mischief for a second then—
bites his wrist.]
Not fair, Dol.
*Holds her wrist with the hand she bit and tugs her into him, matching her gaze of mischief*
You only have animosity because your feelings for me are soooo great, aren't they? Am I mistaken?
---
Send my muse a kiss
"Could've been a bluff!"
With her head in the game, she's ready for his rally. She strikes the puck with confidence, the puck bouncing twice against the sides of the rink before heading right for the goal again.
It's been a while since she got this exhilarated by a simple game of air hockey, with less than two points in at that. And now she didn't even have to worry about her opponent using telekinesis to cheat.
Now she just had to make sure she wins.
(RE?)connecting; @jeremiahofphilo
Wednesday night. Cool, moderately windy, with the moon mostly blocked by the clouds.
Half an hour earlier than the agreed upon time, Dolasach arrived at the arcade—a flashy building with three floors of entertainment that ranged from the classic crane game, to a newly installed interactive holographic setup ‘that brought VR into IRL.’ Rolling up the sleeves of the beige and navy cardigan that her pouty lover insisted she wear lent her, she made her way deeper inside with a goal in mind.
Recalling that Jeremiah mentioned that he couldn’t figure out some of the machines, she made it a point to take some time to scour the place for anything that either looked like something Jeremiah would know about, or seemed like the right level of complexity for it to still be fun to figure out. Or maybe they could have fun with something they could both figure out together?
It crossed her mind that this was probably way more busywork than Jeremiah could’ve ever expected from her, but after how… Awkward? Some of their last meeting went, she just wanted to try and make sure things go relatively well. Or at least, they wouldn’t have that much dead air if it did get awkward again.
She pulled out her phone and quickly sent Jeremiah a text once she was satisfied with her findings, the time hitting close to their rendezvous.
->Mr. Philo-dendron: Let me know when you’re here, will meet you at the entrance. Take your time btw! No rush :>
[the kiss leaves her a little dizzy and dazed, a bit red, not that she minds]
Huh? What do you mean?
Oh, heh, not very origi—EEEUGH, MIAH!!
[pulls her hand away, shocked and indeed grossed out, then immediately starts trying to wipe it off on his shirt while smacking his shoulder with her free hand. she's laughing though, even while flushed]
You!! You're unbelievable! I'm taking that kiss back, should've just given you a kiss on the cheek!
[takes his hand and kisses the back of it, soft, and peppering a few more until she kisses his palm. eyes glint with mischief for a second then—
bites his wrist.]
Not fair, Dol.
*Holds her wrist with the hand she bit and tugs her into him, matching her gaze of mischief*
You only have animosity because your feelings for me are soooo great, aren't they? Am I mistaken?
---
Send my muse a kiss
[sees him pouting and immediately starts folding. even while rolling her eyes]
Fine, fine, you still deserve the full kiss on the lips... But what are you so flustered for? You're the one who licked me.
Did I say something?
[takes his hand and kisses the back of it, soft, and peppering a few more until she kisses his palm. eyes glint with mischief for a second then—
bites his wrist.]
Not fair, Dol.
*Holds her wrist with the hand she bit and tugs her into him, matching her gaze of mischief*
You only have animosity because your feelings for me are soooo great, aren't they? Am I mistaken?
---
Send my muse a kiss
The warmth and weight of his hands touching her a little more indulgently than any other tailor would sends a small tingle up her spine. She debates pointing out his mischief, unable to tell if that was he was baiting her into.
"And is there a reason why you didn't trust the measurements I gave you before?" she asks, a smile already playing on her lips.
Though whatever bravado she was managing begins to fade once he's behind her and she feels only his touch. His warm breath and the closeness of his voice the next time he speaks get her turn her cheeks pink, and she's suddenly even more aware of how close they are.
"You flatter me, Jem," she says, coy, turning her head slightly towards him to get a better look at his face. "I think the flowers you tend to are prettier."
Dressing Up {Closed with @dolasach}
(Continued)
"Working on a new project. I need to have some data in place to go off of." He explains as his hands fall slowly to her hips, not missing the opportunity to let them fall a little farther than needed, but he does indeed actually need her measurements, and notes the correct numeral and has to step away to write it down, and returns to her.
His hands slide across her upper back, there's strength there that he's glad for. Nimble fingers graze against her upper bicep on one arm while he takes note of its shape and takes that number too.
"You're strong, Miss." He lets his lips fall to her ear. "You're beautiful."
[giggles and pecks him on the lips right back, but quirks her brow at him right after]
wait, hold on there you acorn, you didn't answer the question!
[squishes his cheeks between her hands again, narrowing her eyes at him; there was fuel to work with somewhere there and she wants to find it]
what got you? was it the threat? it cant be me wiping your spit on you...
[takes his hand and kisses the back of it, soft, and peppering a few more until she kisses his palm. eyes glint with mischief for a second then—
bites his wrist.]
Not fair, Dol.
*Holds her wrist with the hand she bit and tugs her into him, matching her gaze of mischief*
You only have animosity because your feelings for me are soooo great, aren't they? Am I mistaken?
---
Send my muse a kiss
She hums, pretending to ponder his words--it's getting harder to think with all these gentle touches, and the lingering warmth of his lips on her skin.
"I'll take whatever tenderness you'll give, my sorrel. But I should warn you again... I might be greedier than you think."
No effort goes into resisting his touch; she's pliant, letting him maneuver her as needed. She can't help but keep her attention on him as his hands traveled down to her thighs, watching him from the corner of her eye; and while she knows his instructions are typical for any sort of tailoring job, the fact that it's coming from him and phrased like that had her turning redder than she'd like.
"Right..."
She does as she's told, though now she could tell her heartbeat was picking up, and an unexpected shyness had her wanting to bring her legs back together.
Dressing Up {Closed with @dolasach}
(Continued)
"Working on a new project. I need to have some data in place to go off of." He explains as his hands fall slowly to her hips, not missing the opportunity to let them fall a little farther than needed, but he does indeed actually need her measurements, and notes the correct numeral and has to step away to write it down, and returns to her.
His hands slide across her upper back, there's strength there that he's glad for. Nimble fingers graze against her upper bicep on one arm while he takes note of its shape and takes that number too.
"You're strong, Miss." He lets his lips fall to her ear. "You're beautiful."
"Oooooh, scary."
She just barely manages to send the puck back, her near-miss making it so that the puck wasn't even moving that fast as it traveled towards him, and bouncing off the side slowed it down even more. Damn. But it at least gave her an ever so brief window to prepare for the inevitable rally.
"Wanna make a wager to make this even more exciting?" she suggested, grinning. "Winner gets to ask for whatever."
(RE?)connecting; @jeremiahofphilo
Wednesday night. Cool, moderately windy, with the moon mostly blocked by the clouds.
Half an hour earlier than the agreed upon time, Dolasach arrived at the arcade—a flashy building with three floors of entertainment that ranged from the classic crane game, to a newly installed interactive holographic setup ‘that brought VR into IRL.’ Rolling up the sleeves of the beige and navy cardigan that her pouty lover insisted she wear lent her, she made her way deeper inside with a goal in mind.
Recalling that Jeremiah mentioned that he couldn’t figure out some of the machines, she made it a point to take some time to scour the place for anything that either looked like something Jeremiah would know about, or seemed like the right level of complexity for it to still be fun to figure out. Or maybe they could have fun with something they could both figure out together?
It crossed her mind that this was probably way more busywork than Jeremiah could’ve ever expected from her, but after how… Awkward? Some of their last meeting went, she just wanted to try and make sure things go relatively well. Or at least, they wouldn’t have that much dead air if it did get awkward again.
She pulled out her phone and quickly sent Jeremiah a text once she was satisfied with her findings, the time hitting close to their rendezvous.
->Mr. Philo-dendron: Let me know when you’re here, will meet you at the entrance. Take your time btw! No rush :>
Hmmm… Not the lick, nor anything I said?
[Narrows her eyes even more and pulls his face closer to hers to look him in the eye better]
Hmmmmmmmmmm…
[Scrutinizes him with the utmost seriousness for a little longer before another gleam of mischief lights up her eyes when they land on that bit of exposed forehead]
… Heh.
[pulls his face down a little more and—lick!]
[takes his hand and kisses the back of it, soft, and peppering a few more until she kisses his palm. eyes glint with mischief for a second then—
bites his wrist.]
Not fair, Dol.
*Holds her wrist with the hand she bit and tugs her into him, matching her gaze of mischief*
You only have animosity because your feelings for me are soooo great, aren't they? Am I mistaken?
---
Send my muse a kiss
It's a day where she's glad she chose a scent she knows he likes; watching him sink down—that close, and after his indulgent touches—her mind begins to wander.
It begins to matter less and less to her whether his gaze remained respectful or not, and despite being fully clothed, standing like this with him right there leaves her feeling exposed.
She looks down to watch him and his hands, her focus shifting between what little of his face she can see, and the way his fingers gently dig into the flesh of her thigh. The kiss makes her bite her lip.
When he rises, she meets his gaze and searches his expression for any sign this was getting to him too. Being able to close her legs again brings her some relief, and she gives his forearm a squeeze that was more of a silent plea.
“Of course,” she answers, more breathless than she expected. “But be nice, okay?"
She glances at his lips.
"You’re driving me crazy.”
Dressing Up {Closed with @dolasach}
(Continued)
"Working on a new project. I need to have some data in place to go off of." He explains as his hands fall slowly to her hips, not missing the opportunity to let them fall a little farther than needed, but he does indeed actually need her measurements, and notes the correct numeral and has to step away to write it down, and returns to her.
His hands slide across her upper back, there's strength there that he's glad for. Nimble fingers graze against her upper bicep on one arm while he takes note of its shape and takes that number too.
"You're strong, Miss." He lets his lips fall to her ear. "You're beautiful."
“Start thinking about what you want then —not that you’ll get the chance to ask for it.”
She grins and manages to return the puck a few times before a mistake had it shooting straight into her goal.
“Ugh…”
Immediately, she huffs and sends the puck straight at him with a strong serve. Why was it so hard to get and maintain a lead?
(RE?)connecting; @jeremiahofphilo
Wednesday night. Cool, moderately windy, with the moon mostly blocked by the clouds.
Half an hour earlier than the agreed upon time, Dolasach arrived at the arcade—a flashy building with three floors of entertainment that ranged from the classic crane game, to a newly installed interactive holographic setup ‘that brought VR into IRL.’ Rolling up the sleeves of the beige and navy cardigan that her pouty lover insisted she wear lent her, she made her way deeper inside with a goal in mind.
Recalling that Jeremiah mentioned that he couldn’t figure out some of the machines, she made it a point to take some time to scour the place for anything that either looked like something Jeremiah would know about, or seemed like the right level of complexity for it to still be fun to figure out. Or maybe they could have fun with something they could both figure out together?
It crossed her mind that this was probably way more busywork than Jeremiah could’ve ever expected from her, but after how… Awkward? Some of their last meeting went, she just wanted to try and make sure things go relatively well. Or at least, they wouldn’t have that much dead air if it did get awkward again.
She pulled out her phone and quickly sent Jeremiah a text once she was satisfied with her findings, the time hitting close to their rendezvous.
->Mr. Philo-dendron: Let me know when you’re here, will meet you at the entrance. Take your time btw! No rush :>
[Laughs, even a little into the kiss before she melts. When she feels his tongue against hers it takes her by surprise and she takes a moment to reciprocate; chases after his lips when he pulls away]
Mmm… Wasn’t what I was going for but…
[Trails kisses along his jaw then cheekily presses one to his neck]
You really spoil me, Miah.
[takes his hand and kisses the back of it, soft, and peppering a few more until she kisses his palm. eyes glint with mischief for a second then—
bites his wrist.]
Not fair, Dol.
*Holds her wrist with the hand she bit and tugs her into him, matching her gaze of mischief*
You only have animosity because your feelings for me are soooo great, aren't they? Am I mistaken?
---
Send my muse a kiss
She takes advantage of their closeness to indulge in his scent and warmth, the temptation to simply pull him into an embrace at the front of her mind--he wouldn't mind if she just caved and pulled that tape measure out of his hands, would he? Perhaps she would've given in if he'd lingered any longer; instead she settled for loosely holding onto his broad shoulders.
His tone and question makes her draw in a sharp, shallow breath, her grip on his shoulders tightening. In a low whisper that betrays more than she knows, she answers,
"What if I said I do?"
But she doesn't try to hold him in place--she'd like for them to finish this, after all.
She does as she's told when he pulls away, keeping her arms flush to her sides as he measures her chest. Her eyes are on his hands; anticipating, almost tempting. Unsure whether to be impressed or disappointed that he did nothing.
But when he gazes at with that soft affection, she can't help but soften too. A tender smile curls her lips and this time she's the one that moves closer, her fingers trailing down his arms until she finds his hands. She intertwines their fingers.
"Hmm... You might have said something not too long ago," she says, teasing. "I don't think you like the way I look as much as I like the way you look, though."
Dressing Up {Closed with @dolasach}
(Continued)
"Working on a new project. I need to have some data in place to go off of." He explains as his hands fall slowly to her hips, not missing the opportunity to let them fall a little farther than needed, but he does indeed actually need her measurements, and notes the correct numeral and has to step away to write it down, and returns to her.
His hands slide across her upper back, there's strength there that he's glad for. Nimble fingers graze against her upper bicep on one arm while he takes note of its shape and takes that number too.
"You're strong, Miss." He lets his lips fall to her ear. "You're beautiful."
Sorry Jeremiah, but Dolasach's laughing at the unfortunate mistake, though she at least tries to hide it a little by covering her mouth with her hand.
"All my points, huh?" she says after calming down. "Alright. You earned quite a lot of them yourself anyway."
Not that it lessened her determination to keep holding on to those points--they earned so many from all the co-op games they played, more than her usual solo earnings!
"If I win... Hm... Well, you already offered to pay for what we get at the snack bar, and help figure out how to get Raf to join us next time..."
"How about... *One* honest answer to any question? Nothing soul-baring, but just something I've been curious about."
(RE?)connecting; @jeremiahofphilo
Wednesday night. Cool, moderately windy, with the moon mostly blocked by the clouds.
Half an hour earlier than the agreed upon time, Dolasach arrived at the arcade—a flashy building with three floors of entertainment that ranged from the classic crane game, to a newly installed interactive holographic setup ‘that brought VR into IRL.’ Rolling up the sleeves of the beige and navy cardigan that her pouty lover insisted she wear lent her, she made her way deeper inside with a goal in mind.
Recalling that Jeremiah mentioned that he couldn’t figure out some of the machines, she made it a point to take some time to scour the place for anything that either looked like something Jeremiah would know about, or seemed like the right level of complexity for it to still be fun to figure out. Or maybe they could have fun with something they could both figure out together?
It crossed her mind that this was probably way more busywork than Jeremiah could’ve ever expected from her, but after how… Awkward? Some of their last meeting went, she just wanted to try and make sure things go relatively well. Or at least, they wouldn’t have that much dead air if it did get awkward again.
She pulled out her phone and quickly sent Jeremiah a text once she was satisfied with her findings, the time hitting close to their rendezvous.
->Mr. Philo-dendron: Let me know when you’re here, will meet you at the entrance. Take your time btw! No rush :>
[decides against voicing out her disbelief that it's the simple and sweet nickname that got him--just knowing that that's what it was was enough. she's definitely smiling to herself.]
[pulls him closer with her free hand before it travels up to his head to play with his hair]
Mmm... We have all the time in the world for those possibilities, and I do look forward to them. Though... whether we spend the day like this or on some crazy adventure, so long as I get to spend it with you... I'm happy.
[takes his hand and kisses the back of it, soft, and peppering a few more until she kisses his palm. eyes glint with mischief for a second then—
bites his wrist.]
Not fair, Dol.
*Holds her wrist with the hand she bit and tugs her into him, matching her gaze of mischief*
You only have animosity because your feelings for me are soooo great, aren't they? Am I mistaken?
---
Send my muse a kiss
Dola fails to strike the puck in time, and it manages to slot itself cleanly into her goal. She glances down at her puck then back up at him, both a little in disbelief that that just happened and at least a little annoyed that the taunting actually got to her for a second.
“You can spend them however you want,” she says, putting on a smile. She sets the puck back on the rink. “Anyway, what’s off the menu for my single question interrogation? Won’t be asking anything terribly private but who knows where my curiosity will take me.”
The puck is struck with a solidly strong serve, a clean straight line towards the goal. Dola prepares for a volley, sure that he’ll be able to strike back.
(RE?)connecting; @jeremiahofphilo
Wednesday night. Cool, moderately windy, with the moon mostly blocked by the clouds.
Half an hour earlier than the agreed upon time, Dolasach arrived at the arcade—a flashy building with three floors of entertainment that ranged from the classic crane game, to a newly installed interactive holographic setup ‘that brought VR into IRL.’ Rolling up the sleeves of the beige and navy cardigan that her pouty lover insisted she wear lent her, she made her way deeper inside with a goal in mind.
Recalling that Jeremiah mentioned that he couldn’t figure out some of the machines, she made it a point to take some time to scour the place for anything that either looked like something Jeremiah would know about, or seemed like the right level of complexity for it to still be fun to figure out. Or maybe they could have fun with something they could both figure out together?
It crossed her mind that this was probably way more busywork than Jeremiah could’ve ever expected from her, but after how… Awkward? Some of their last meeting went, she just wanted to try and make sure things go relatively well. Or at least, they wouldn’t have that much dead air if it did get awkward again.
She pulled out her phone and quickly sent Jeremiah a text once she was satisfied with her findings, the time hitting close to their rendezvous.
->Mr. Philo-dendron: Let me know when you’re here, will meet you at the entrance. Take your time btw! No rush :>
She holds a hand over her mouth in a half-hearted attempt to hide her laughter—that’s the first time in a long time that she’s seen that happen. But she doesn’t let it let her get her guard down and makes sure she’s ready for his attack.
“So… Pretty much anything?” she asks, just to make sure. She doesn’t bring up the possibility that she might ask him something about his strange side job as some kind of data fabricator and researcher for Xavier, or that she might try to dig a dirty personal secret out of him for the hell of it. Not that she thought her question came anywhere close to being as invasive as either of those things.
But for the sake of keeping up some suspense… It was a little fun to try and make him just a teeny bit paranoid about what she’ll ask. If she’s lucky, it might even throw him off his game.
(RE?)connecting; @jeremiahofphilo
Wednesday night. Cool, moderately windy, with the moon mostly blocked by the clouds.
Half an hour earlier than the agreed upon time, Dolasach arrived at the arcade—a flashy building with three floors of entertainment that ranged from the classic crane game, to a newly installed interactive holographic setup ‘that brought VR into IRL.’ Rolling up the sleeves of the beige and navy cardigan that her pouty lover insisted she wear lent her, she made her way deeper inside with a goal in mind.
Recalling that Jeremiah mentioned that he couldn’t figure out some of the machines, she made it a point to take some time to scour the place for anything that either looked like something Jeremiah would know about, or seemed like the right level of complexity for it to still be fun to figure out. Or maybe they could have fun with something they could both figure out together?
It crossed her mind that this was probably way more busywork than Jeremiah could’ve ever expected from her, but after how… Awkward? Some of their last meeting went, she just wanted to try and make sure things go relatively well. Or at least, they wouldn’t have that much dead air if it did get awkward again.
She pulled out her phone and quickly sent Jeremiah a text once she was satisfied with her findings, the time hitting close to their rendezvous.
->Mr. Philo-dendron: Let me know when you’re here, will meet you at the entrance. Take your time btw! No rush :>