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Hey there, you've reached... um... me. Yeah. Leave a message!

Well, that sounded smoother in my head... Damn it.

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Video, Jan 3, Late Night

[a_sin_for_him]

[Lust has been having a surprisingly relaxing and pleasant vacation. She hadn't been certain, how the turning of the year would take her. But it's been alright.]

[And the holiday is drawing to an end. Wrath is sound asleep in the embrace of numerous Pokemon. Lust's taken advantage to slip outside and indulge in those recreational habits she only rarely indulges in. And sometime after her tea has kicked in and the ocean seems to me made of liquid silver, she's overcome with the impulse to call Timothy.]

[So she does.]

Timothy? Timothy dearest, are you up?

[Lust's hair is braided for bed, she's in a light robe...and she's clearly on the beach in the middle of the night.]

[secondhandsome]

[He is up, conveniently enough, because he tends to be up late anyway. Gotta love insomnia. And, okay, it's not like this is the first time he's gotten a late night call, but it still kinda throws him. And something about this seems... different?

Rather, Lust seems different.]

Oh, uh, yeah! I'm awake. What's-- [And then he actually looks at the screen, tilting his head slightly.] ...Iiiiiis that the beach?

[Mostly his tone is amused, but seriously Lust, what???]

[a_sin_for_him]

['Different' is putting it politely. Lust is high as a kite.]

The island beach. It's beautiful at night. Everything's beautiful and I feel so nice and I just...wanted you to share it with me right now.

You have stars in your hair.

[secondhandsome]

[Well look, at first the difference seemed minor. Now it's... uh... it's a lot clearer. He can't help but laugh at that last comment, which is honestly about 75% confusion.]

Uhhhh, h-ha... what? Wow, okay. You sure you're doing alright there?

[a_sin_for_him]

More than. It's a holiday. Henry gave me his special tea, for my birthday. Tonight seemed the right night to brew a cup.

[She gestures vaguely off screen.]

It's made from the berries. It feels...everything feels slow and quiet and shimmering.

It's my little secret.

That isn't much of a secret.

[She laughs at her own joke.]

[secondhandsome]

[Special tea. Made from berries.

Oh.

Ohhhhh.]

Ha ha, oh my god, wait. Are you-- [Actually, why even ask, the answer's pretty obvious.] Those must be, uh, some berries, huh?

[a_sin_for_him]

Insert any quaint word for under the influence of recreational chemicals.

It's a special treat. I can't begin to explain what the ocean looks like...even what you look like right now. All...shimmering and warm and dusted with stars.