like tfln except not ( athena | apollo )

[moodreader]

[It's not like Athena meant to break her phone. It just happened to fall out of her pocket one day on one of her jogs, slamming into the hard cement in a way that made even her cringe. She already has a new one, so it isn't even a big deal.

Sure, sure. She still has to let the Wrights know the new number, but hey, she can sweat the small stuff later. She's so much more of a "big picture" person.

Especially now.]

finally managed to get your client! meet us at th groovy grill @7. don't you dare be late

[It took forever to get that woman on the phone! Next time, Apollo is totally making his own stupid phone calls.]

( ref: meet me for a bite? )

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[moodreader]

[If she was embarrassed at all, it fades quickly. Maybe she realizes Apollo feels embarrassed enough for the both of them.

She pulls back, and... Now she's just going to hit him.

Lightly.

Whack.]

H- Hey! We don't have time for your chords of steel training right now...!

[reassurance]

[HE DOESN'T THINK HE'S THE ONE WHO SHOULD BE GETTING HIT RIGHT NOW.]

Y-you mean you weren't kidnapped and being held as collateral with our client?

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[moodreader]

......

[What is she even supposed to say to that, something so out of left field? It actually makes her stop to consider, though.]

No?

[Uh --]

I don't think so.

[athena.]

[moodreader]

[......

okay, no.]

I mean, no way!

[reassurance]

[and he just

pauses

and then holds his head with his hands and--]

I can't believe-- Do you realize how threatening that text message sounded? Whose number is this, anyway?

[> present 'Cell Phone'

TAKE THAT.]

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[moodreader]

[PRESENTING IS HER JOB --

Okay, squinting at the screen now, and -- is he for serious? And what is he talking about, "threatening"?]

That was me! [She sounds so proud of herself.] Remember? I had to change my...

[moodreader]

[And then... it hits her.

Not right away, mind you, but it's slowly starting to dawn her that maybe she hadn't quite gotten around to giving him this number. Her mouth hangs open mid-sentence -- and her expression remains somewhere between contemplative and shocked.

...She did tell him. She had to have.

Didn't she...?]

[reassurance]

[He's just..........staring at her.

Deadpan--]

No. No I don't remember. I don't remember having this conversation at all.

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[moodreader]

[...Well, this is awkward. And she can't exactly argue that she told him and he just forgot. That just isn't Apollo-like at all, he'd never go for it...

......though it might've worked on Phoenix.]

A- Aha ha! I guess I forgot to tell you!

[...

oops.]

[moodreader]

[Sheepishly, but more sincerely:]

Sorry, Apollo.

[And then, to clarify:]

My old phone got totally busted... so this is the new one.

[Better late than never.]

[reassurance]

[better late than never indeed. He stares at her for a long moment...and then his shoulder slump and he just sighs.

And shakes his head.]

Honestly? I'm just glad you're alright. Just...try to remember to tell us that stuff, okay?

[Phew...he really is relieved she wasn't really kidnapped.]

[moodreader]

Heh. [Athena looks relieved at his forgiveness, and lets out a sigh to show it.] Aye aye, Capt'n.

(...Note to self: tell Truce and the boss FIRST THING tomorrow.)

...I'm pretty glad I'm alright, too.

[reassurance]

[All's well that ends well, right? That's what he's going to have to go with here. So he just sighs as well, arching an eyebrow at her.]

So what's this about a client? Because I'm pretty sure that whatever it was you were saying, we're pretty late now.

[Still, he's too relieved about not being involved in a kidnapping to be too concerned about something like that.]

[moodreader]

[...!]

Oh, right! It was that woman you wanted me to call. We needed to discuss her case and you said you were having trouble getting ahold of her.

I finally got us an appointment at 7!

[Which is what she meant by her original text.

Hi, it's now 7:15.]

[reassurance]

[aha........now this is a problem that seems more in line with what he can actually handle. Sure, they're late, and they'll be rushing, and they'll probably get chewed out, but c'est la vie when you're in the Wright Everything Agency.]

Sounds good to me. We'd better hurry up then, aha...ha...

[Still, he's still in a pretty good mood. HARD TO SHAKE OFF THAT EUPHORIA.]

[moodreader]

Y- Yeah, for sure! She'll be waiting for us at the Groovy Grill...

(Hopefully.)

[She's only been with them for half a year, but she's getting used to it, too. This is pretty par for the course.

So --]

Bet I can beat you there!

[reassurance]

[...haaa.

well you know what. he opens his mouth as if to be a party pooper--

and then:]

You're on!

[And he'll take off.

well, this ended about as well as could be expected.]

[moodreader]

[...Wow.

She expected some resistance there; for a moment she's actually stunned. But when he takes off, she snaps out of it and runs after him, determined to get ahead.]

Hey! Cheater!

[She shouts playfully.

Probably best to enjoy the positive energy now -- because if their previous cases are any indication, they have a long few days ahead.]