This is Gebura — the correct recipient was selected. There is no reason to believe that someone is impersonating her. Gebura is presumably not under the influence of any mind-altering substance produced by some new development in this place, either.
Yesod reads that response one more time, another few seconds lost. His reading comprehension hasn't failed him in ways that might be cause for concern for several reasons. The words there don't change.
The scene on his end appears on the screen for Gebura to see: Netzach is there, motionless. Yesod has folded his coat into a makeshift pillow, now placed beneath Netzach's head. ]
...Could you repeat that aloud?
[ A hint of a strained note creeps into the request then. ]
[ Gebura gives him the flattest, most exasperated look. But there's also a hint of "yeah, I get it" because yes, if someone like her (their most "takes no shit" Librarian) told someone like him (their most fastidious Librarian) to kiss the guy passed out on the screen, she too would be like "what the hell."
But fine. ]
Kiss him.
Do you think I'd say it as a joke? Or did you just want me to watch and grade your technique?
[ It's too late... He's perishing, though he tries to compose himself. ]
...I also have no intention of causing Netzach to believe that I will use him for my own gratification in his sleep. Of course, I would assume that neither of us will consider it an intimate act.
[ And so it shouldn't force anything unacceptable on Netzach, who strikes Yesod as someone who would approach such intimacy much like he held that stuffed toy creature, gently, given the chance — but this is already too much time spent on these thoughts, and he feels all the more off-balance for it. ]
[ No one needs to witness his technique, or lack thereof. Shaking his head, casting Netzach's unconscious form a glance, Yesod looks no less distracted, but he's moving to set Gebura free, at least. ]
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[ But that seems inefficient, precisely the sort of approach that would most likely prove nothing but a waste of everyone's time yet again. ]
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kiss him
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This is Gebura — the correct recipient was selected. There is no reason to believe that someone is impersonating her. Gebura is presumably not under the influence of any mind-altering substance produced by some new development in this place, either.
Yesod reads that response one more time, another few seconds lost. His reading comprehension hasn't failed him in ways that might be cause for concern for several reasons. The words there don't change.
The scene on his end appears on the screen for Gebura to see: Netzach is there, motionless. Yesod has folded his coat into a makeshift pillow, now placed beneath Netzach's head. ]
...Could you repeat that aloud?
[ A hint of a strained note creeps into the request then. ]
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But fine. ]
Kiss him.
Do you think I'd say it as a joke? Or did you just want me to watch and grade your technique?
[ GEBURA. ]
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No. I wanted to be certain that I am speaking with you.
[ He is awake; every sensation directly felt confirms it. And since this is Gebura, there is no need to question anything further. ]
I don't intend to waste more time.
[ His technique... Something about his expression closes off. ]
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Good. You don't need to be romantic about it, unless you feel a certain kind of way about this.
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...I also have no intention of causing Netzach to believe that I will use him for my own gratification in his sleep. Of course, I would assume that neither of us will consider it an intimate act.
[ And so it shouldn't force anything unacceptable on Netzach, who strikes Yesod as someone who would approach such intimacy much like he held that stuffed toy creature, gently, given the chance — but this is already too much time spent on these thoughts, and he feels all the more off-balance for it. ]
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[ With a shrug. ]
Just call me back later. Do you really need me to stay on for this?
[ DON'T MAKE HER STAY ON FOR THIS, YESOD, SHE SWEARS-- ]
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[ No one needs to witness his technique, or lack thereof. Shaking his head, casting Netzach's unconscious form a glance, Yesod looks no less distracted, but he's moving to set Gebura free, at least. ]
Thank you, Gebura.
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[ Don't worry, she'll hang up first. ]