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[fluorite]

[ Pretty good, actually! It means he's successfully gotten Yael. ]

How much you like me.

Should I quote it for you?

[ This is crossing into blatant flirting territory, but eh. It's just emails. ]

[weaseled]

Weird. I don't remember saying I liked you. Did you hit you head on something?

[fluorite]

I wanted to see how you'd react.

[weaseled]

A social experiment, right? Just admit you're hitting on me.

You don't even know what I look like.

[fluorite]

Fine. I am.

[ Yael will hound him until he admits it anyway. ]

Looks don't really matter all that much. Anyway, I think you probably look similar to your avatar. I don't think you're creative enough to come up with a whole new look. :3c

[weaseled]

[So the truth finally comes out. Yael knew it, yet the confirmation makes his stomach flutter regardless. Ah. How'd he get into this situation..........]

So that's what a degree does for you. Good work, detective.

Are you going to cut to the chase and tell me I'm your type?

[fluorite]

[ Wow, pretty gay of him. ]

You are.

[ Yael already guessed as much, and would probably call him out for lying if he said otherwise, so. ]

[weaseled]

[So this is happening. This is seriously happening................

Yael stops to drag his face down his hands. He's not flirting with some random nerd on the Internet. It's not happening. He's not doing this. He's not going to—]

And what about you? Do you look the same offline too?

[fluorite]

[ It takes Fai a few minutes to respond as he tries to figure out what to say. He can't deny that he looks the same, not when two people here have already recognized him on sight. So, he thinks.

And thinks some more. ]

Not the exact same.

[ Will Yael question that? ]

[weaseled]

[He's questioning a lot of things right now. With a beleaguered sigh, Yael thinks.

And thinks some more.]

I see. You were smart enough to customize your avatar.

[Apprehension gets the better of him. It's not Fai's fault.]

[fluorite]

[ The thing is... he really wasn't. Even cropping his hair and putting on a strange outfit didn't keep people from recognizing him within seconds.

But this feels like an awful lot to explain over text. The timing is pretty bad, though, so: ]

I have to be at the lab in an hour, so meet me at ΔHeavenly Season's Dead Wood tomorrow afternoon.

[weaseled]

[Thanks for giving him some time to think this over with a level head, Fai. The timing works out just right for Yael.]

Alright. I'll be there.

[bye]