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!]

Comments

[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.]