[Make this pact over a fresh glass of boxed wine in the sanctity of his apartment living room and then he will keep any secret she wants! There are procedures, Miss Goneril. Holst will undoubtedly have his own section in the Soap Opera Squad Secrecy Charter, just in case.
He communicates this much with a raised eyebrow while he sips his drink, because of course he does. And then making a face, because hmm, just look at the bids he has... eugh.]
Is there any direction to go but up from here? Your generous favor excluded. But no, I have no specifics.
[It's an avoidance game right now... And also the natural consequence of spending most of his time here with all these tiny, bossy women? Maybe so.]
[The Holst Clause: Lorenz will speak highly of Hilda, and Hilda will speak highly of Lorenz, The End. But Lorenz's current bids are... interesting, Hilda thinks. Very interesting. She refrains from reaching out to pat him on the arm, but know that she does it in spirit.]
And that means that you have more options.
[Okay, so no arm pat... but what about a friendly arm bump? Pals.]
When you do find someone interesting, you have to tell me right away, okay? I know that you have excellent taste, so... I want to see it for myself!
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He communicates this much with a raised eyebrow while he sips his drink, because of course he does. And then making a face, because hmm, just look at the bids he has... eugh.]
Is there any direction to go but up from here? Your generous favor excluded. But no, I have no specifics.
[It's an avoidance game right now... And also the natural consequence of spending most of his time here with all these tiny, bossy women? Maybe so.]
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And that means that you have more options.
[Okay, so no arm pat... but what about a friendly arm bump? Pals.]
When you do find someone interesting, you have to tell me right away, okay? I know that you have excellent taste, so... I want to see it for myself!
[She wants to Judge. She must Judge.]
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He hums into his wine skeptically though, because he can hear the Judging, if only because—]
You sound like my mother. We shall see what kind of people this city really has to offer. Right now, in any case... well, it is what it is.
[womp womp.........]