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"Arthur Inkwell here.
I've no earthly idea how this thing is supposed to work, but leave me a message if you're so inclined. I'll retrieve it at some point or another!"

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[inklongdry]

[ A short moment later, Arthur opens the door. He's dressed-- well, you know. ]

Good morning.

[ A smile, and he steps aside to admit her. ]

[velluminous]

[ one eyebrow jumps up and stays up. like, she's not going to make a comment, but between the two scholars currently in the dorm, only one of us is dressed like it ]

Good morning, lapochka.

[ only one of us also looks like we slept. that's neither here nor there. ]

Underestimated yourselves in kitchen, did you?

[inklongdry]

[ Being a scholar is a state of mind, okay. ]

That, and I believe we also overestimated how many people would be around the dorm to partake.

[ After shutting the door, he begins to move to the kitchen. There is an array of cupcakes on the table with bright orange frosting. Sphinx cupcakes! ]

You're welcome to whatever you like. 'Twas mostly an excuse to see you again, to be honest.

[velluminous]

[ all your practical cell blocks with your sitting rooms and kitchens. Sprezzatura follows him to the kitchen, the only sound from her that of her prim, heeled footsteps. she doesn't take any cupcakes just yet, but that's namely because of what he's said, and how she has very little ability to not immediately picture their last meeting because of it. ]

It is not as if I am ever far, Mister Inkwell.

[inklongdry]

[ We can't all have a speakeasy like Basilisk!! ]

No... [ He watches her a moment, trying to get a read on her reaction to that. ] But I wasn't sure if you desired some space after our last encounter.

[velluminous]

[ a messy break with Wei Wuxian. slept with Arthur. slept with Sholmes. accidentally let a complete stranger go rummaging through her head. not such a smart couple days for Ms Vaux.

she purses her lips, fidgets with a cuff sleeve ]

No. Of course not. You were wonderfully lovely.

[inklongdry]

[ Arthur never got the sense that she ever did anything with him in that motel room that she didn't want to do, but he also remembers the conversation that lead to the encounter. He couldn't help but wonder if there were some regrets afterward.

The way he smiles at her is soft, almost tentative. ]

I'm glad you think so. 'Tis not my desire that things be complicated between us.

[velluminous]

[ complicated. that's the word. her feelings right now are complicated.

her tail flickers by her ankles. takes a breath— ] It would not be your fault, if they were. No. It has just bee... emotionally fraught few days.

[inklongdry]

I understand. A lot has happened in such a short period of time.

I... hm, I do not know if it would help you to hear this but I have no expectation of where we go from here, apart from perhaps simply getting to know you better. Though I do understand if even that much is too complicated at present.

[velluminous]

[ a strange, heavy feeling clutches her heart. ooooh girl don't fuck this up, too.

...

neutrally, ] Mister Inkwell. There is nothing complicated about what you have done. You were pressure release and kindness I needed... so badly.

[inklongdry]

[ Call me Arthur is right there on the tip of his tongue, but for now, while the muddle through this, he closes his mouth against it. Starts, stops, tries again. ]

I... suppose I'm only trying to be mindful of your history in this place, and your feelings.

[velluminous]

[ she can see Wei Wuxian's face very clearly: If that's what you wish, then, Ms Vaux. and she's going to keep seeing it very clearly, because that had been her attempt at being mindful, and responsible, and unselfish, and it really, really didn't feel as good and right as she'd wanted it to. needed it to. and she's taken two men to bed since, on the same day, with very little consideration for their feelings in the aftermath, because it was just for bingo, right? just a pressure release.

except it turns out you can't just do that all while expecting for nothing to change. for nothing to get... fraught.

she turns and spends, like, way too long picking out a cupcake for it to be real deliberation and not a delay tactic. shit. can't think of anything. ]

Too kind of you. You are good man. [ that seems safe, and indeed necessary, to say ] You are too considerate of this burden I placed on you to fix.

[inklongdry]

[ It's plainly obvious that she's stalling, and he feels something in his chest sink as he watches her. His ears drift back ever so slightly, but he forces them to stand upright before she can turn to see. ]

'Tis no burden that needs fixing, Ms. Vaux, but it is something I wish to handle with care. I do like you. I find you a remarkable woman, one whom I would love to speak to more, to learn from, and about, but I dare not ask you for more than you are willing to give.

[velluminous]

[ just please do not end up in solitary, she thinks. Mammon, accept this greed: please. don't let him go to solitary. ]

I never seem to give right thing.

[inklongdry]

[ He's quiet, watching her, but gods, the desire to reach for her is so terribly strong. He has to still his hands lest he ruin this fragile thing dancing between them. ]

... What do you mean?

[velluminous]

Hah! I have been terrible lover in past, and poor friend.

[inklongdry]

You have been a good friend to me ever since I arrived. I see, also, the way you care for your team.

[ He tilts his head, tries for a smile. It's a small thing, though no less genuine for it. ]

Perhaps you were terrible at this once, but people do change. We are scholars, are we not? What, then, is a little more learning?

[velluminous]

[ she fights the instinctive need to deny it, to say she isn't nice, say that it's only because her other passions have been wrenched from her that she bothered to start giving anyone the time of day.

he's reached out to her with the one question that can pierce through that uncertainty. they're scholars. this is another thing to learn. feeling herself dangerously close to tearing up, she brings a cupcake to her lips and takes a bite. ]

...'s good.

[inklongdry]

[ That was abrupt?? He can only hope that he's managed to strike at the heart of something for her to suddenly switch tracks like that. He'll let it slide.

For now. ]

I'm glad you think so. 'Twas my first attempt at baking.

[velluminous]

[ time will tell, Arthur. ]

Difficult to go wrong with chocolate. I will take some home.

[inklongdry]

So I've been told.

I can prepare a plate for you, if you like.

[velluminous]

[ her reply is very soft: ] Please.

[inklongdry]

Of course.

[ He moves pat her to rummage around in the cabinets for a plate. ]

... You're welcome to stay longer, of course. I could put some tea on.

[velluminous]

I could have tea.

[inklongdry]

[ A smile. He sets the plate on the table, motioning for her to have a seat. ]

I'll put the kettle on, then. Have you a preference?