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[isawallflower]

WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, CHEERYCHERRY. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 019.46.820.17 *** CHEERYCHERRY has joined 019.46.820.17 <CHEERYCHERRY> It's Riley! <CHEERYCHERRY> Please leave a message! <CHEERYCHERRY> Please be someone with their priorities sorted out properly!

main: CheeryCherry
anonymous: panthera, aed
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<CheeryCherry>

[isawallflower]

[ Her heart pounds. No. Yes. Sort of. But she can't explain it, she can't explain it without explaining it and she doesn't want to do that, she never wants to do that, but everyone keeps asking, and this is why she stopped talking to people— ]

i dont know
yes

i cant do this right now

<teslacoils>

[terribibble]

[... yeah. Right. He did the thing again, the thing where he dives into trying to fix before perhaps it's really a good idea. Whatever this is must still be pretty raw. He's not helping poking at it.

Come on, Fiddleford. Do better.]

That's alright. You don't have to.

Just, you know. Door. Open. Like I said.

<CheeryCherry>

[isawallflower]

[ No response comes for a good long while. In fact, it doesn’t come until the next morning, after Riley’s had a good long time to cool down and just breathe. ]

Thank you, Dr. McGucket.
I was so out of sorts yesterday that I forgot to say that.
Sorry.

[ The raw, panicked pleading is gone, replaced with her usual composed typing. Her mask is, in many ways, back on. But the sentiment expressed is genuine. ]

<teslacoils>

[terribibble]

No need to apologize. I ought to apologize to you, if anything. I just complicated things more.

[He's hoping someone a little bit less prone to shoving their whole foot in their mouth got to her. He has to imagine Erin-- Eridanus-- was there at some point.]

Are you feeling any less out of sorts?

<CheeryCherry>

[isawallflower]

A little.
I think I'm going to try and stay in for a little while, though.