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[dyingworld]

Penelo, yeah. How are you?

[mincingminuet]

I'm okay.  A little bored.

So, I didn't know you were from the same place as Lightning.  She told me, and it was a bit of a shocking revelation :3

[Someone taught her emojis.  God. Save. You. All.]

[dyingworld]

[Squints. This poor small town boy has no idea what that thing is at the end of her sentence.]

She told you? It really must have been a shock when that struck you.

[This definitely isn't the first or the last time someone's used her name for puns.]

Yes, there's four of us here. Aside from her and I, her younger sister and her sister's fiancé as well.

[mincingminuet]

[It's a happy cat face. :3]

I didn't know that she had a sister. I'm ex-static to know that.

[Please, please stop her. :(]

[dyingworld]

[He's kind of laughing. His amusement will flutter over the connection.]

Alright, there's only so much Lightning-related phrases I can handle in a day, Penelo.

She's lucky enough to have her sister. How did you meet Lightning, anyway?

[mincingminuet]

[And it'll be mirrored back at him.]

I met her the day I arrived. On a bench. We had these crazy drinks that let us breathe fire.

[dyingworld]

[The simple chatter is putting him in a good mood. A improvement from the last few days he's had.]

Actually...? That sounds like it might hurt. Did it hurt? What's with food in this place sometimes...

[mincingminuet]

Hurt? Oh, no. I mean, no more than the hot coffee anyway.

I wish I knew about the food though. It's still so strange. How do you even emotionally charge food?

[dyingworld]

Who knows. I've seen people giggle for hours after eating cake.

I guess it's just the same as everything else on this island.

[mincingminuet]

But what if it's just really good cake?

[dyingworld]

Good enough to giggly hysterically for hours?? I doubt it! Nothing is that good on its own.

[mincingminuet]

You don't know that!

Anyway. Are you...busy with anything?

[dyingworld]

Right now? Not at the moment. With Lightning back from our world now, I've been taking it easy.

[He really should pick up some more work.]

Why? Need a hand with something?

[mincingminuet]

Well yes, actually. I'm trying to move some stuff around in my apartment but I'm short.

[dyingworld]

Well you're in luck. I happen to be the opposite.

[mincingminuet]

Then if you don't mind? I'll buy you a drink after.

[dyingworld]

[He wouldn't have said no to her with or without the drink...]

Sure. I'll head over now, just let me know where your place is and I'll see you soon.

[mincingminuet]

[And she will send him that mental address.]

Door's open, so come in as you like.

Action;

[dyingworld]

[He finds it easily enough, he's fairly good with directions. When he reaches the door he'll give a light knock before peeking his head in as it's unlocked as she said.]

Anyone home?

[mincingminuet]

[And she is there, basically sweeping towards him immediately, pulling him inside. Her home is nothing special, just a few large couches and bookshelves that are mostly empty, all heavily cushioned with a plush rug. She's more about texture than any particular appearance, and it all appears to be soft of soft and warm. Like old blankets or something.]

Glad you could make it. Thanks for coming.

[dyingworld]

Ah- ...

[He goes with her as she pulls him inside. He's curious enough to glance around. The apartments were always on the smaller side but she's done well to make it homey. He mildly wonders if she'd be fond of homemade furniture. Something the Cocoon house has made Noel's sole responsibility. He likes making wooden furniture.

But, nothing to bring up right now.]

No problem. I can't leave short people to fend for themselves, after all. [A light smirk.]

[mincingminuet]

I appreciate it. I...really just need help hanging up some stuff. Tapestries and things.

[She gestures towards a pile of them on the table.]

I can't really do it by myself, even if I'm in a chair. It just doesn't work, and I hate the look of bar wall.

[dyingworld]

Well, let's get started.

[Noel will move over to the pile of them on the table, picking one up and unrolling it.]

Just point where you want em.

[mincingminuet]

Alright thanks!

[She points out several places on the wall, bare patches between bookshelves.]

There, basically. Doesn't really matter what goes where, I just want it all covered.

[dyingworld]

[He nods at her instruction and goes over to a wall to start mounting one up. He raises his arms to work, making good use of his slightly over six feet tall stature. dem biceps]

So any reason you want it all covered? [He asks, curiosity in his tone.]