SOMNIA INBOX

[merged]

Sharon da Silva
Illusionist

telepathic text | voice | projected apparition

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[hexrot]

If you need to know, it was the wrong tent at an expedition.

[merged]

No more details for the fantastic young lady that just helped you with English?

[hexrot]

I should start calling you Shar-on the nose.

[ dad jokes: unlocked. ]

It was a communal bathing tent. I hope you're happy.

[merged]

That was awful. [ But there's this distinct sense through the Murmur that she likes it.

Oh.

Oh, shit. She's laughing, her amusement twinkling like Christmas lights. ] Very! Don't tell me you got all flustered over a little nudity!

[hexrot]

[ heh. jayce gives the equivalent of a sweetened eyeroll. ]

"A little", she says.

I'm not as awful as you say. And I'll have you know there's more where that came from.

[merged]

You'd think a man with plenty of dad jokes would be able to handle nudity.

[hexrot]

It was more than a decade ago, I'll have you know. Might've been around your age or younger.

[ he doesn't know how old she is, so he's just guesstimating here. ]

A lot happens in ten years.

[merged]

I'm eighteen. I think if I walked into a room full of naked people, I'd just laugh.

How old are you?

[hexrot]

What, so you can take another jab at me?

[ the unfiltered waves of his mind says: 32. ]

[merged]

Wait, wait, wait—you were twenty-two? [ Please forgive the tickle of laughter. ]

[hexrot]

Twenty! I said give or take.

[ not like it mattered . . . he still feels a feedback loop of tickled from this. ]

At least someone is having fun at my expense.

[merged]

Someone should.

And, hey, it's a little adorable, too.

[hexrot]

[ he is. partially baffled. partially amused. when has he, scruffy ragdoll fresh out of a hole and little to no beard trims in the last month, come out sounding "adorable". ]

Any one else hears that and they'll expect me to be cute on command.

[merged]

Hey, your secret is safe with me. I don't blab.

[hexrot]

I'm holding to to that.
And I'm going to need to lay down, for now. Head's killing me.

[merged]

Feel better, Jayce.