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Aava frowned and made faces at the skeleton, quite confused by his existence. Usually bones didn't move...
Evren tried to assure that Hannelore was a good friend, but Aava pouted in response.
[color=teal]"(She may be a friend, but I don't like her, I don't,)"[/color] Aava huffed in return. Not after she had shouted at Evren. Nobody shouted at Evren. Except maybe Aava herself, the näkki remembered faintly. No, not even her. Aava would protect, not raise her voice. Evren always did the same, too.
[color=teal]"(Town...) Town? Yes, want to. [i]I[/i] want to. Ues,"[/color] Aava nodded somewhat excitedly, pleased that she was starting to piece together more of the new language. Maybe the rock to her head had jogged her stiff memory a bit or something. Or she was simply picking it up fast like usual.

Meanwhile in an apartment in Redhaven a dark haired vampire read a book on her sofa. It was a bad book, really, Vanessa didn't even know why she was still reading it. Maybe out of boredom for not being able to roam the streets, or maybe just in hopes that the book would miraculously redeem itself in the last few chapters.
[i]Beep beep![/i]
The sound of her ringtone alerted Nessa from her rather unpleasant reading bubble. Adjusting her reading glasses on her nose, Nessa reached for her phone to see who it was. She never recieved text messages from anyone, so this was unusual.
It was from an unknown number, but after reading the words 'Hope you're healing up nicely,' Vanessa knew exactly who the sender had been. [i]Beck[/i]
Staring at the screen for a good two minutes, Nessa stroked her thumb over the words and contemplated whether she should answer at all. She actually intended not to answer, already putting her phone back to the table. Only to then think the better of it and bring the screen back before her, typing a curt, impersonal response.
[color=9A42FA][i]Yes.[/i][/color]
Looking at the three short letters a beat too long before pressing sent, Vanessa noticed her brow had been ever so slightly furrowed as it often did when she was concentrating; only as it began to strain her head did she notice.
Five minutes passed in silence.
Vanessa hadn't gone back to reading the book. She sat there still, phone in hand and stare somewhere far away, thinking. Nessa realised she was feeling quite nervous, but why? That's something she didn't have an answer to.
After another minute of charged silence, Nessa sighed as if she was giving in, opening the lockscreen once more and returning to the dry text chain to sent a double message.
[color=9A42FA][i]Hope you're doing nicely too.[/i][/color]
Slightly less curt, slightly friendlier. Why it mattered to Nessa, she didn't know.