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[sansseraph]

"Please leave a message after the tone."

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[airily]

[ She will be the death of him. Sort of. ]

Means I'm gonna get something of a tan, huh?

[ It'll be quiet, at least, and that can't hurt. ]

Maybe an early morning sometime? Whenever you're good to go.

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[sansseraph]

[Hopefully, a pleasant one.]

A tan never hurt anybody.

[Except for maybe Mikleo, poor boy. He probably burns fairly easily.]

Hm, how about Tuesday morning? That gives us both enough time to get ready for it.

[Better not stand her up, Zaveid, or she will be very upset.]

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[airily]

Looks good on me, right?

[ Mikleo would go so red he'd be like a ripe apple. Almost hilarious, he thinks.

But here he goes. This is really happening. Hell. ]

Sounds good, Lailah. I'll come and meet you, yeah?

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[sansseraph]

Of course it does!

[Tall, tan, and handsome~]

That'd be wonderful. How about we meet at the lobby?

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[airily]

That works for me. I'll see you soon, then?

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[sansseraph]

Absolutely!