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[deathkid]

so i've noticed you hang around
the apartment a lot
are you a friend of will's?

[tangleofgarlands]

[It's the first time anything like this has happened, and it takes a moment for Arthur to figure out what's going on--he'd only just started getting the hang of the miniature cordless telephones they had in Eudio, and now it seems that the same sort of messages come directly from his bird companion, projected into the air.

It's like something off a science fiction programme, but eventually, he figures out that he can touch the image, and from there it's a little easier--although still far from what he would have considered ordinary back home. Once he's managed to reread the message, though, and the words actually sink in, they bring with them a sudden, crushing anxiety.]

er. I'm not sure 'friend' is the right word. More like acquaintance.
He helped me out of a ditch when I broke my ankle a while back.

I don't want to be a bother. I just haven't met many people here yet,
and I suppose it's easier for me to spend time around people I already know a bit.
But if it's a problem, I've got other places I can be.

[He doesn't, actually, unless you count continuing to make a fool of himself around Miss Slade or getting in the way of Amanda's work, but this person doesn't need to know that, particularly if they do see him as a nuisance.]

[deathkid]

[ how amusing. nico finds the response almost cute in a way. there was a time when he'd have been the same, but since meeting will, shying away from others had been a thing of the past. perhaps he just came off too strong or something. he isn't sure, but hopefully he can give the stranger a bit of relief that he isn't mad. ]

it's fine!
if he helped you, he must like you.
will's really friendly like that
and you're welcome to hang out some time.
we're pretty chill and normal
( for the most part )
so if you like hanging out, it's cool

i just don't think i've met you, that's all
i'm nico di angelo.

[tangleofgarlands]

[If he helped you, he must like you.

For a long moment, Arthur can't do anything but gape at that sentence, his face hot. Surely, the comment is innocent, but it's also...thrilling.

Shaking himself, he goes back to the message. The words seem friendly, at least, but there's something about it that bothers him, like a name he just barely can't remember.]

he was very kind. I'm sure I looked a sight, I'd been wearing eyeliner at the time and it hurt like a bloody bitch, but he just took care of it.

But I suppose you know him better than I do, if you live with him.

[Suddenly, that missing piece drops into place like a brick in the pit of his stomach. He swallows around the sticky dryness in his throat.]

Are you two...together?

Um. I'm sorry, that wasn't very polite.
I'm Arthur Stuart.

[action]

[smileslie]

[Mandy's been working on this basically since Christmas--not because the work was hard, but because she'd had to find scraps of fabric that looked decent together along with keeping it a secret from Arthur. Gildad had tried a few times to spoil the surprise, insisting the whole city should see her really working.

Not for the first time, Mandy wished the damn thing was a proper cat instead of...whatever it was.

But she'd managed to keep it all under wraps until today, thankful she'd already had Arthur's measurements from Halloween so she wasn't worried that making it a surprise would result in it needing altered. She probably should have made it a little longer in retrospect, but it had been difficult enough scrounging up the fabric she had to make it passably decent. Hopefully he wouldn't be too embarrassed by it; he'd seemed so happy on Halloween, and it had made her heart ache even more for the man he'd become, hating that the world had muted his colour just like it had hers.

While she would feel just fine giving it to him in public, she knows he'd probably get flustered, so instead she waits until she hears him stirring about in the kitchen--bless the boy, as much as she wants to tell him he doesn't need to play housemaker for her, it is still incredibly touching--before stepping out of her own room, Gildad perched on her shoulder looking far too mischevious for its own good, and the skirt held behind her back, not at all inconspicously. After all, she doesn't want to surprise him with the fact she got him something, just what it is]

Morning, birthday boy.