006 ✞ [video]✞ Encrypted from Damian times a million

[unetrustworthy]

(A million, of course, meaning the highest she currently knew how to code, which was a solid 60%. Thus, he theoretically could still hack it, should he choose to do so)


[It had been more than a week, and Midii was still at a complete loss. So much so, she was finally desperate enough to go to the Network for help. Something that, under most any other circumstance, she would never do. Which spoke volumes about the situation as a whole. And how she felt about it.]

[After more than a full ten seconds of silence wondering how to phrase her problem, before she gave up and just blurted out the first question that came to mind:]

How do you get someone to admit he's being a jerk?

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She regrets nothing.

[jondrette]

Gavroche.

I shouldn't be laughing, but I can't help it.

[unetrustworthy]

[A faint smile appears at the mentioning of the boy. She did miss him. He was nice.]

I hope it was a pleasant conversation.

Do laugh! Oh man I'm just glad I could get Ep some pure Epiny shenanigans like that

[jondrette]

It... came at a strange time. I do not recall much of it.

[She'd been far too drunk]

happy to oblige, then~

[unetrustworthy]

Oh.

So you wouldn't know what he called you when you spoke, would you?

[jondrette]

He did not know my name until the end of the conversation.

[unetrustworthy]

What about Gavroche?

[Since that was the reason, she assumed, he spoke to Eponine in the first place.]

[jondrette]

Oh.

Forgive me.

Not much, no. I recall they knew each other. That was it.

[unetrustworthy]

No, it's alright, Eponine.

I was just curious.

[It seemed silly to compare her experience with others, but if there was a clue in there somewhere...or a hint that he was acting differently towards other people as well...it might help convince her that she really hadn't done anything wrong. Because she still couldn't think of what she might have.]

[jondrette]

Very well.

[She is happy to let it go.]

I shall find out what the matter is, p'tite.

[unetrustworthy]

Alright.

Thank you.

[jondrette]

It is nothing.