redwinekindofgirl | Hadriel IC Inbox

[Delmar's eyes grow round and owlish and he's practically wiggling with excitement he cannot contain]

Oh! Julie!! Really??

Mmmm yep.

[She knew he'd love this. Probably should have said something sooner, but she didn't want to jinx it.]

[He pouts then]

Aren't you going to tell me who it is?

[She hesitates slightly, because... will Delmar think it's weird? So far, she's kept things relatively quiet, because she knows how some people will see it.]

Uh... Whistler. You know him?

[The look on Delmar's face is more than enough proof that he doesn't, brows knitting in confusion as he tilts his head]

...is that a real name?

[She purses her lips slightly, though there's a smile around the corners of her mouth.]

No, it's not his real name. But I'm not telling what his real name is. He'd not want me to.

[That doesn't really explain anything and Delmar remains blinking at her in confusion for another moment before fluttering behind her and with gentle nudges against her shoulders urging her towards the table to sit]

Well you must tell me everything! Is he handsome? How did you two meet? Is he good to you? What does he do for a living??-- Wait! We need cake....

Uh... slow down.

[One question at a time? She focuses on the ones that are easiest to answer, despite being the heaviest in topic.]

We, uh. We kinda met when he dialed my number by accident during the Null attack. [Let's just... leave the fact he was bleeding to death to one side.]

He's a phone hacker back home.

[Delmar is trying to simultaneously get tea and cake ready while also listen to what she's saying, and he's not particularly gifted at multi-tasking]

He's a criminal??

[She watches him with a small, amused smile, able to tell what he's doing without needing to ask why he seems so distracted.]

Pft, I guess? I don't care.

[Delmar pouts from his place behind the counter]

Someone like that might get you into trouble!

[And finally emerges, setting tea and cake down on the table before dropping himself into a chair. He fixes her with a look, torn between worried and curious, desperate for more details.]

W-well....well why is it you like this person?

I can get myself into trouble just fine. [She tells him with a small smirk that softens slightly in the face of his obvious concern.]

He makes me feel good about myself. Like I'm important. That's what matters, right?

[Delmar smiles playful and his eyes twinkle a little then as he reaches out to tap the tip of her nose lightly with a fingertip]

Yes. But I already know I like you no matter what trouble you get yourself into.

[His hand then retracts and wraps his teacup, enjoying the warmth. His expression turns more thoughtful then]

What matters most is that he cares for you and appreciates you. Does he do that?

[She wafts at his hand but doesn't hit it, and scrunches her nose up.]

Do you think I'd be with someone who didn't?

[Julie often makes poor choices, but those choices don't tend to extend to the people she decides to date.]

No, Julie, of course I don't. But... no one who does end up with someone like that thinks that they would have.

[It's a bit of an unfair question]

Of course I'm not trying to say that you have or that this person is one of those bad people. I trust your judgement.

Do you? Because I don't, all the time, but I think I'm right with this one.

[And besides, if Whistler ever tried anything... she thinks she can take him.]

Don't worry so much. He's a nice guy.

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