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[derpmcnerd]

[ Oh dear. ]

So what you're saying is you think he's hot?

[crucifixus]

No!

[Well.]

... yes.

I understand your point of view now.

[She'd rather not.]

[derpmcnerd]

It's annoying, isn't it?

[ See why Filly spends so much time crying on your shoulder now, Mag? ]

[crucifixus]

There is nothing worse than this.

[She has understood before - Filly's stories had been enough to break Mag's heart - but never from this perspective.

Never this quickly.]

[derpmcnerd]

What about him, does he like you too?

[ She tries not to think too hard about what that might mean because in all honesty she's not entirely sure how to handle mental imagery of Mag having sex.

It just feels weird. ]

[crucifixus]

[Wow, Filly, that is the part she hasn't thought about yet.]

I doubt it.

Though I did bust him out of prison...

[... after the company she works for settled on trying to torture him into submission.]

How would I even find something like that out?

[derpmcnerd]

That really isn't my field of expertise.

[ Filly tends to notice that a guy likes her when he tries to stick his tongue down her throat, but before that 'oblivious' is usually the name of the game. ]

[crucifixus]

None of this is my field of expertise.

[Filly, she needs a hug.

Or something that involves less physical contact.

Filly, she needs a handshake.]

At least you figure it out somehow.

[derpmcnerd]

You will too. I'll help if I can.

[ Though she's not really sure what she can do other than listen. Maybe offer some of the weird teas her mothers like to keep around the house that are supposed to be good for all sorts of things, apparently. ]

Do you want to come over?

[crucifixus]

[Listening is good enough already.]

I cannot leave.

Will you come by tomorrow?

[derpmcnerd]

Of course, as soon as I can.

[ This is a major emergency after all. ]