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[redwinekindofgirl]

"It's Julie Cabernet! Leave a message."

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[redwinekindofgirl]

Oh, yeah, I saw that.

[She didn't answer, for much the same reason as she doesn't really enjoy talking about Perry.]

But what about it?

[whistlewhilstyouwork]

I just wondered, you know, how do people know?

[redwinekindofgirl]

[Julie falls silent. She's thinking about it, and maybe if she tries to answer without thinking about Perry too much, it won't have the same sting.]

I guess... you just do. When you're with someone and they make you happy. When they make you want to be better. When you are better... because they're with you.

[whistlewhilstyouwork]

I see...

or...well...I hear

[redwinekindofgirl]

Come on, why are you asking? [He has asked some weird questions in the past, but this is a new one even for him.]

Got your eye on someone?

[whistlewhilstyouwork]

Good one

[He saw that pun, Julie, He appreciates it.]

And...I dunno. It's not that simple.

[redwinekindofgirl]

It's only as complicated as you make it. Trust me on that one.

[whistlewhilstyouwork]

Then maybe. I dunno. Possibly.

Never mind. You should go back to sleep.

[redwinekindofgirl]

No deal, Irwin. You woke me up for this, so talk. I know where you live.

[whistlewhilstyouwork]

[Radio silence.

Your move, blondie.]

[redwinekindofgirl]

[The silence lasts about three minutes, and then--]

... Oh my god, I'm coming over. I'm going to wake your neighbours up banging on the door and tell them you woke me at a weird time asking weird questions.

[whistlewhilstyouwork]

[He's not falling for that one, Julie]

[redwinekindofgirl]

I'm getting up.

[There are some definite getting-up sounds, and she calls from some ways away from the phone.]

Put on some pants, Irwin!

[whistlewhilstyouwork]

[Well lucky for her he's already wearing pants as he was awake tinkering with some of his inventions-in-the-making.

But even so he doesn't truly believe she's going to bother coming all the way over here. She's just trying to get him to break first.]

[redwinekindofgirl]

[She's muttering to herself, knowing damn well he can still hear her.]

Waking me up at god-knows-what-- Why the fuck is it so bright outside? What time is-- two in the morning and it looks like this. I hate this planet. Where the hell is my bra-- there. [Huff.]

In you go, girls. Ugh. Socks? No. No socks. Fuck socks, it's hot.

[The stream of chatter grows more distant, then her voice comes through clearly.]

Two minutes.

[whistlewhilstyouwork]

[Whistler can't completely hide the sound of his snickering when she's having an altercation with her bra and her breasts, and then to have that followed with an aggressive deliberation on the value of socks.

Though admittedly it does seem more and more like she's actually considering going through with this.

Now is when he should probably wonder if he should put a shirt on.

Nah. She only said pants, right?]

[redwinekindofgirl]

[The door shuts audibly behind her a minute later, and Julie can be heard uttering complaints to herself about how stupidly hot it is outside before she finally cuts off the call.

A few minutes later, she's knocking on his door. Quite loudly.]

[whistlewhilstyouwork]

[When there's knocking, Whistler shifts from where he is sitting on the floor to lay back, bare back now flush against the floorboards.]

You can't be serious

[He calls loud enough to be heard]

[redwinekindofgirl]

Never try to call my bluff, Whistler. [She calls back.] Now let me in, this is really rude to your neighbours.

[whistlewhilstyouwork]

[His neighbor is Kate. He doesn't exactly feel all that guilty. But nonetheless he gets up and shuffles to the door, tugging it open just enough to poke his head out]

Can I help you?

[redwinekindofgirl]

You are the absolute worst. [She hisses at him, very lightly poking at the centre of his forehead with one finger.

A little unfair, when he can't see it coming.]

Lemme in, or everyone two floors up and down is gonna know why I'm over here.

[whistlewhilstyouwork]

[The poke to his forehead makes his shoulders jump a little in a way that tickling someone might. It's the small element of surprise but it doesn't feel like a violation of trust. His personal shields tend to be down around Julie so if she wants to poke and nudge him she is, for the most part, free to do so.

But still it is a surprise each time.

Chuckling with a lopsided grin, he steps back and opens the door wider for her. Whistler is clad only in his cargo pants, torso and feet bare, and his long hair for once not covered by his tattered hat so it fluffs in waves around his head, looking almost like wings over his ears. He's even grown scruff along the jaw that is edging on being an actual beard.

The floor where he had been working is covered in bits and pieces of sheet metal, gears, the odd piece of wiring.]

Mind your step. Don't want something pointy going where it shouldn't.

[redwinekindofgirl]

Says the blind guy.

[She rolls her eyes as she steps inside, though she does take care to mind where she's putting her feet (only in sandals - no socks, because fuck socks).]

What are you doing in here?

[whistlewhilstyouwork]

Building stuff.

[He shrugs off-handedly, closing the door and moving to flop onto the couch gracelessly.]

You should be asleep. The young need their beauty sleep.

[redwinekindofgirl]

Oh, is that what happened to you?

[She doesn't need to keep a straight face at that line, but she at least keeps a straight voice, watching him for his reaction.]