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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[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.]