[Oh god, the conservatory. Toma, in fact, doesn't much enjoy "nature" (or real nature) to begin with; while the camping trip was nostalgic in some ways, he is, in fact, not too eager to return to its site.
But... path of least resistance. He can deal.]
That sounds perfectly fine to me! When should I plan to meet you there?
[Toma you can just say no...... the resort can't stop you this time......]
How about in an hour? This is what I look like, so you can recognize me!
[He keeps forgetting (or "forgetting") that people can check profiles to see the images of the people they talk to on this thing, so he attaches what looks like a photo from a magazine expose on a beloved local celebrity, down to the professional-quality makeup and lighting (the fact that he is movie-star-tier attractive also helps). It's him cheek to cheek with one of the giant rabbits, giving himself bunny ears with his free hand. Too late to back out now.
There's what looks like a solid black tattoo of a lizard visible on his jawline. It doesn't resemble any suits in the house, and if Toma does navigate to his profile to take a look at his other photos, it's not in that location in any of them. It does seem to be visible in a few pictures, each time in a different location and pose: sometimes on his cheek, sometimes further down his neck, sometimes on his forearm, facing a different direction or with one leg bent at a different angle; in other pictures it's missing entirely.]
[And admit to being uncomfortable in a location?? Unthinkable.
He's definitely checking the man's profile - but the visual aid sent directly to him is certainly appreciated as well, in significant part for how telling the choice of pictures is. It's one more example, too, of that odd tattoo... huh.]
That should work perfectly! I can be sure I won't miss you; I'll see you then.
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paperpusher) wrote2025-06-08 09:26 am
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[Oh god, the conservatory. Toma, in fact, doesn't much enjoy "nature" (or real nature) to begin with; while the camping trip was nostalgic in some ways, he is, in fact, not too eager to return to its site.
But... path of least resistance. He can deal.]
That sounds perfectly fine to me! When should I plan to meet you there?
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How about in an hour? This is what I look like, so you can recognize me!
[He keeps forgetting (or "forgetting") that people can check profiles to see the images of the people they talk to on this thing, so he attaches what looks like a photo from a magazine expose on a beloved local celebrity, down to the professional-quality makeup and lighting (the fact that he is movie-star-tier attractive also helps). It's him cheek to cheek with one of the giant rabbits, giving himself bunny ears with his free hand. Too late to back out now.
There's what looks like a solid black tattoo of a lizard visible on his jawline. It doesn't resemble any suits in the house, and if Toma does navigate to his profile to take a look at his other photos, it's not in that location in any of them. It does seem to be visible in a few pictures, each time in a different location and pose: sometimes on his cheek, sometimes further down his neck, sometimes on his forearm, facing a different direction or with one leg bent at a different angle; in other pictures it's missing entirely.]
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He's definitely checking the man's profile - but the visual aid sent directly to him is certainly appreciated as well, in significant part for how telling the choice of pictures is. It's one more example, too, of that odd tattoo... huh.]
That should work perfectly! I can be sure I won't miss you; I'll see you then.