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[astraythought]

Largely good. Thank you for your permission to seek employment--I've gotten a proper job already.

[ownperson]

oh shit nice

what'd you find

[astraythought]

Accounting and cleaning at a carpenter's shop. The owner of the shop has also offered to teach me carpentry basics, which I am looking forward to. I'm not as good with my hands as Sir Mimley, but to take in a new skill is always a pleasure.

Have you had any luck with your own job hunt?

[ownperson]

new job and maybe a new hobby, not bad

i'm taking some shifts at a club, security like u suggested

not a place run by any of us poor fucks tho, so i'm probably gonna keep looking on the side, but i'll go fuckin stir crazy if i'm doing nothing all the time so

[astraythought]

As you say. Though there are other concerns beside work.

[There's a pause of several seconds before the next message.]

Have you begun to consider your plans for meeting quota?

[ownperson]

i got about as far as thinking about picking up chicks from bars and realising my game's probably terrible bc it's been so long

so yeah like. kinda but also not rlly

[astraythought]

'Game'? Is that what they call it?

[ownperson]

depends what u mean by 'it', my pick-up game is ruuuusty. haven't had to flirt well enough to get someone home from a bar in an age

that's the hard part. the sex is easy

[astraythought]

I see.

Are you only interested in whatever strangers you encounter in bars?

[ownperson]

nah that's just like. the quick and dirty option tbh

[ One she probably should try to avoid, she imagines the bars are mostly locals and... that's a whole fucking other thing entirely. ]

my winning personality hasn't won me a lot of other options yet

[ Why yes, South is being dense. ]

[astraythought]

[Ducky, meanwhile, is chickenshit. Literally five minutes pass before the next message.]

Your personality is not that abrasive, South.

[ownperson]

eh it kinda is, i can own it

but thank you that puts you on a very small list of people who disagree

[ ... ]

oh shit am i being super slow right now

[astraythought]

I need to meet quota as well.

And you did say you were most interested in shorter women.

[ownperson]

oh my fuckin god i missed that by a mile how the fuck

[ She sends that off immediately so it doesn't look like she's ignoring the message, and then takes a short pause to do a mix of laughing and groaning at herself. ]

you sure fucking do and i sure fucking did

shit yeah i mean i'm down

i stg i'm not usually that dense

[astraythought]

I should perhaps mention that I've never been with a woman before. I may need...guidance?

[Could this possibly be more awkward? Well, perhaps. Ducky at least comes from an alternate Earth with no established history of homophobia. One of her dear friends is a lady detective with an artist for a wife.]

[ownperson]

oh yeah no sweat

would not be the first time i've been w/ someone who hasn't tbh

first time for everything and shit

[astraythought]

When would it be convenient to meet up? I'm assuming your place would be better--I have a roommate, and as much as I like him, I don't think either of us want him in the room.

[ownperson]

yeah plus my place is stupidly fuckin fancy and comfortable

i'm p much free whenever? have to get back to the apartment from going out for some air but don't even have work for a couple days, and the shift r late evenings anyway

[astraythought]

Then I propose you meet me at the elevator and walk me to your home.

[Ducky doesn't want to give herself time to get anxious and find an excuse not to actually...you know...do the thing.]

[ownperson]

yeah sure i can meet you there

i'll head over and wait

[astraythought]

I will be there soon.

[And soon indeed is a Ducky there, dressed in the same grey dress, hair all pinned up and carefully coifed. She looks nervous, and not just because of, you know, having to report her business in the Up to the SIN guards.]

[ownperson]

[ South's dressing a lot more like herself, now she well, has clothes and is herself. Jeans, unisex cut t-shirt, leather jacket, boots. Her dye looks refreshed, too. No nervousness on her, but she flashes Ducky an attempt at a reassuring smile when she comes over to her. ]

Hey, you all set?

[astraythought]

I am. And excited to see your luxury apartment, ma'am.

[The honorific is for the sake of the guards, humor dancing in Ducky's dark eyes as it comes out.]

[ownperson]

[ South snickers under her breath, and she offers Ducky her arm, both for the sake of display and because it'll be easier not to walk too far ahead if she has to keep pace because Ducky's holding it. ]

It is a damn nice place. Better not keep you waiting long then huh? Let's get going.

[astraythought]

[Ducky's hand rests gently on South's arm, and she steps in close, very conscious of the height difference between them at this moment. Ah, to be in the shadow of giants...]

Of course. Lead on.