021 ✤ radio

[akito]

[ there are quite a few things akito would like to address, but just the thought of trying to find the right words for it all is exhausting. so he keeps it simple, and focuses on what he wants to ask the most: ]

...The Foreigners have a resistance to the zhyris but not an immunity, right?

[ his voice is scratchy and he sounds tired, but otherwise doesn't sound all that bad. and it's totally not related in any way to his question. nope. no way. ]

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[akito]

Bird will make sure to leave it at the desk with Anton if you're not there.

[unetrustworthy]

At the desk with Anton.

[She echoed a bit slower, as if to help remind herself. It had been as much for her sake as his. Nobody ever left mail for her, so checking would fall outside her usual routine.]

And how should I get it back to you?

[akito]

I'll send Bird back again the following day, so you have time to read it over.

[unetrustworthy]

Should I leave the signed contract back at the front desk, then?

[It seemed almost unnecessary to specify, except...she wanted to make sure that Bird didn't go hunting her down. Midii had grown accustomed to living in close quarters with several individuals. And she had grown up with three little brothers. Which meant that, while she could deal with having her privacy invaded when necessary...she also selfishly enjoyed having her space to herself, uninterrupted.]

[It was why she never agreed to meet with anyone in her actual room.]

[akito]

That should work.

[unetrustworthy]

Alright.

Thank you. For trusting me. And I do hope you feel better soon.

[akito]

[ he won't mention that he wouldn't trust her without the contract, because he's gotta cover his business' ass. bad business, bad income, bad lifestyle. :c ]

Un, thanks.

[unetrustworthy]

[It didn't matter. He trusted her enough to be willing to make a contract. In a language she could read. He could have just as easily turned her down and pushed on in spite of his illness.]

[That was what she meant.]

I'll be in touch.