IC Contact/Voicemail

[ardent]

[VOICE/TEXT/VIDEO; OPEN TO ALL]

"You've reached Kiyotaka Ishimaru; I seem to have missed you! My sincerest apologies for that - but if you leave your name and state your business, firmly and concisely, I'll return your contact as soon as I can!

Until then, I look forward to speaking to you; do what you can to make your day pleasant and productive, and be sure to keep your head up!"

[Please state in the subject line if OOC planning is preferred and we can handwave like the wind, but otherwise IC will be assumed!]

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text; forward-dated to the 25th

[digitalorunknown]

[Guess who just crawled out of not-exactly-hiding-but-he's-been-awfully-quiet-lately.]

Are you nearby? I want to see you.

[...Guess who can't edit himself to avoid sounding vaguely dire.]

[ardent]

[Oh my god, Dorumon, why...

...oh well, he needs to at least try to be productive today, anyway, as tempting as remaining flopped in bed for the entirety of the day sounds; the last five days have been ridiculously draining and he's been trying to recover, but clearly this is...more than enough recovery. Let's get up, then, and try to words...]

I just returned last night; I'm back in the inn for the time being. Is something the matter?

[digitalorunknown]

No, I just want to see you. Can I go there? [To the inn.]

[ardent]

Of course. Give me about ten minutes to get ready; I can meet you downstairs, if you'd prefer to do that!

[digitalorunknown]

Okay. Thank you.

[But then like five minutes later, en route]

Do you want anything from the bakery? I'm getting a cookie.

[ardent]

Ah, no, no, you don't have to get me anything! It's all right.

I'll be in the lobby.

to action

[digitalorunknown]

['kay.

He shows up in the lobby of the inn at about the eleven-minute mark, munching on a cookie and carrying a little bag (turns out you can't buy just one cookie) and toting that runty Meowth on his shoulders like the semi-permanent fixture she is. After the whole incident last month, he'd gotten in the habit of wearing that jacket to cover up his bandages, and the habit stuck even after they came off halfway through the month...and even when, like today, it's a little on the warm side for jackets.

Dorumon looks around, finds Ishimaru, brightens noticeably, and beelines towards him.]

tallyho

[ardent]

[Ishimaru's looking a bit tired today, after 30 hours of travelling spaced over four days and two of those days basically being full of emotional crises; it's a good sort of tired, though, and he seems pleased when Dorumon arrives.

He won't even chide you for being late, though that's more because the time given was approximate, not exact.]

Dorumon-kun! It's good to see you; have you been well?

[digitalorunknown]

[His answer is a nod and a loud purr from Plot as Dorumon stops in front of Ishimaru. The kid looks more or less like he always does, if less nervous than usual - fidgety in a casual way, gait peculiar, gaze attentive, with an air of quiet curiosity.

He thinks, when he gets close enough to get a good look at Ishimaru, that something feels different today, but he can't quite pick out what. He hears it too, faintly, in Ishimaru's voice, and it's clearer to him there, but still not quite distinct enough to put words to it. He'll keep listening closely, Dorumon decides.]

I've been good. [Not great - he's still dealing with Gora, and that looks to be a long road with no end in sight - but on the whole, he doesn't feel too bad. The normal response follows.] And you're okay, right?

[ardent]

Ah...? Yes, of course! Just a bit tired, that's all - the last week has been draining. Good, but draining!

[He laughs a bit, though, and the sound is...about as genuine as it usually gets underneath all the awkward.]

More of my classmates showed up. Five of them. It's good to see them! I just had to go pick one of them up; I suppose the travel wore me out.

[digitalorunknown]

[Dorumon's smile fades into a little inquisitive frown. He'd been vaguely aware that something was going on, but not sure exactly what or whether it was any of his business to ask. Classes are a thing in school, so classmates are people Ishimaru knows from there, and since it's good to see them he must like them so they must be good people.

The smile returns, calmer and smaller.] Sorry to keep you from resting... [It speaks to how at ease he is right now that the thought doesn't turn him into a huge knot of worry.] And thank you for coming down to talk.

[ardent]

No, no, I'm all right! I can't stay in bed all day, anyway.

[And from the sound of it, it actually is all right; no worries, you, it's fine.]

Was there something on your mind?

[digitalorunknown]

Yeah. It's something I usually wouldn't have to talk to anyone about, but...I guess things are different now. [What with the having friends thing and everything. And the being human thing. Plot wiggles his way into Dorumon's arms, and the kid scratches him absently behind the ears as he tilts his head a little and continues.] I think I want to go traveling again, but I don't think I want to go to the same place that you and your friends are going.

[ardent]

[...head...tilting...]

Where are you wanting to go, then?

[What...is understanding social nuance, um.]

[digitalorunknown]

Well...not to that city. [All other reasons aside, Goldenrod is seriously just terrifying okay.] But, I think...I need to go somewhere new and think about things. [So specific.] And work with Gora, somewhere where we don't have to be so careful for other people...I'm worried that he'll bite someone if I don't get a chance to train him. [Dorumon peeks up at Ishimaru apologetically. He manages to not let it bother him at all hours, but he still has a lot of feelings about that dragon.]