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[secondhandsome]

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

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

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[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.