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[breakaleginhalf]

Hey, it's Gil. Either I haven't got my phone on me, OR I'm actively ignoring you. Text me if it's important, try harder if you're dying. TEXT | VOICE | VIDEO | ACTION

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Artemis' expression falls, a little, and he seems to sink back into himself as much as he can on the other side of the couch. He'd thought, maybe -

But that was stupid, and Gil isn't wrong. What does he have to complain about, really?

"Yeah, well. Maybe not everyone's as strong and smart as you are. Take the damn compliment."

[breakaleginhalf]

Gil physically pulls away then, lifting his legs and crossing them so he can rest his overly long arms on his knees, and look away. His ears are still pressed back but the angle's different; less pressed back in irritation and more... upset.

"Yeah, well. So's Coda. And Bugsy. So's anyone who fights to get out of some shit like that. Escaping's a hard thing and it means something just to try."

So. There's your apology, Artemis. As much as you'll get.

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[ this might be a good spot to handwave if you needed to? i'm cool to keep backtagging basically forever but whichever works for you! ]

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"-Right. They are."

He's quiet again, for a while, though his eyes keep wandering back to Gil every time he looks away. It really is impossible not to look, even as he's trying his well-trained best not to stare. The ears are the sticking point; he doesn't know enough about animals to recognize what the body language means, intuitively, but they keep moving every time Gil's mood changes.

Eventually, though, Artemis hits his limit of quiet and squares himself up. "So. You're my roommate, and Coda is... Coda. What do I need to know about all this?"