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[crystallinememories]

Hello! This is Raha's phone. Sorry that I couldn't answer, but leave me a message or text me.

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text; un: riftdancer

[thavnairian]

[The day after he makes that post, Amal checks in.]

hey, it's me! you said you had questions and i have some time now

second half of november;

[thavnairian]

[Well, that sure... happened. It's a lot to take in, especially if one hasn't been even a little dead before. He figures he should check in.]

hey raha

this place sucks and i'm feeling kind of restless

do you want to grab

[... quickly checking the time.]

dinner?

[SMOOTH]

action; after the zodiac race

[thavnairian]

[After the race has ended and everyone has found their way back home, Amal nevertheless has some things to consider. Of course he rejected the peach out of hand. Immortality sounded awful to him. Who wants to live forever when he can die making a difference and have a nice rest after everything? And watch all his friends grow old and die without him? ... Sounds terrible, no thanks.

But it does get him thinking about other things, and how their time here isn't guaranteed. At any moment the little rubber band connecting him to his timeline could snap and send him tumbling back through the void, only to awaken in his bed in Radz-at-Han with little to no memory of a future where he and his friends are dead and have been reincarnated on Earth.

He wishes that decision had been made for him, almost... almost... but he's here now, and he wants to live like each moment is important. Thus, with some very poor planning (but his heart in the right place), he finds himself waffling in front of Raha's closed door, with a small shiny gold gift bag dangling from his fingertips.

They've given each other gifts before, and this time is no different. His fingertips hover over the choker he got from Raha a few weeks ago as he thinks about it. This gift isn't magical at all, but Amal thought of Raha when he saw it, which is good enough. It's also an excuse to talk to him about... that.

He steadies himself, and knocks with his free hand.]

Raha~ [The sing-song hopefully disguises how nervous he's feeling.] Do you have a moment?

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[thavnairian]

[Amal comes back to their shared house after a busy afternoon. He's carrying a couple of plastic bags with him, and judging by the smell that leaks from the kitchen, it's Mediterranean food again. He's dressed slightly more modestly than usual, though his long silk tunic is still left open to show most of his chest, with leggings and strappy gladiator heels to finish it off. He sure loves fashion. (Whether that fashion is any good, however, is up for debate.)

Then he knocks on Raha's door.]

Hey, I brought home dinner. Want to watch something while we eat?

[He's gone so far native that he finally relented and got a flat screen for the living room, so one can entertain on the Turkish couch and also be entertained.]

text; un: riftdancer; after varian's birthday

[thavnairian]

so

how do you feel about kids?

[There is probably a story behind this but meanwhile this sure is the text of all time.]