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[beautifulend]

[ The voicemail message is just 60 seconds of muffled barking, unskippable. ]

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[beautifulend]

Hah. I don't think I ever had, either. Until coming here and being forced to.

It's nice, when I'm not busy hating it. You should try it.

[dumbjockenergy]

So I've been told... I just get antsy if I'm not doing something productive.

[beautifulend]

Cultivating relationships is productive, don't you think?

[dumbjockenergy]

You're right. But contingency plans and lift goals are a lot less complicated than people.

[beautifulend]

Warfare and social interaction are a lot more similar than you might think, actually.

[dumbjockenergy]

I don't know, warfare doesn't tell me [ in a stuffy but saccharinely sweet voice as she mimes holding a wine glass ] "Adora, your eye contact is too intense, instructor Grizzlor thinks you're challenging him. You must learn to reign that in, my dear."

[beautifulend]

Hah! That's true enough, I suppose. I always found it to be more in the experience of warfare. Training for warfare never really teaches you how other people think, all that much.

[dumbjockenergy]

You've mentioned that kind of thing before.

[ she checks her phone again as they get closer to train station, then goes fishing in her bag for a water, offering one out to Sashay. ]

Are you a soldier too?

[beautifulend]

[ they take it, nodding their head in thanks. ]

I guess you could say that! I haven't been part of any army for a very long time though, as far as I remember.