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[gautsome]

[There's no vibrant smile when Sylvain opens the line. There isn't even a Sylvain for that matter. It's just text on a screen, a message carefully tapped out.]

Hey.
I'm looking to talk to someone who has left this place and come back again. Either actually leaving, or just that weird sleeping thing.
I... Have some questions. I could really use some help.

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[gautsome]

Oh don't get me wrong, I can write a letter like nobody's business. The amount of romantic missives I'd write was pretty impressive. It only blew up in my face once or twice or a couple dozen times. Turns out, some lords read their daughters' mail before giving it to them.

But, uh. Guess you probably didn't ask for that, huh?

I trust you, but I also... Don't know what to expect. I'll probably be a little nervous up until I get it all done, honestly.

[cyan_maid]

Aah. I cannot say I am unfamiliar with that sort of father.

I'm sure they wouldn't mind if, say, you have someone in the room with you? If that would help you be a little less nervous.

[Like if Sylvain wants to hold a boyfriend's hand he has full rights to do so]

[gautsome]

Ah, sorry to hear that.
Not that I can really blame the fathers in this case. Most people probably know that if their daughter is getting a letter from the Gautier estate, it's probably not going to be very, uh... Diplomatically sensitve?

I might do that. I think Felix is getting his first so... once he's better, I'll ask him to hold my hand.

[cyan_maid]

Don't be sorry! Not going to lie, I do kind of wish my Dad was around anyway. I miss him.

[Dad Crocker just absolutely scaring the shit out of boys by displaying dominance via his strength and manly fortitude...hilarious to watch from the outside, mortifying to be the daughter of that man while he terrorizes someone who passed you a note into staying away. I can bet you it happened at least once.]

Aw, good. :B