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[bertall]

Um... This is Bertolt, and if you're hearing this I'm probably busy. You can leave a message here or call back later if you want? ...Can I start over?

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[bertall]

Would it help if I said I'd try to listen more?

<sub>[Her next comment gives him pause, and he types 'no' at first. He keeps re-reading it, and after another moment of thought he deletes it.

It might be better to actually hear it.]</sub>

One, the moving does take some getting used to so I'll give you that. Two, I... go ahead.

[lyingheart]

Words are words. They're easy to say, less easy to mean.

[ Act, and she'll notice the difference. Which she supposes is what he's attempting to do, though she doesn't hold her breath as she types a response. ]

It was more the stench.

[ Blunt. ]

His eyes look up to find you, he tracks what you're doing, he smiles when he sees you, he predicts little things that you might need. He cares. He's attracted. That won't stop or drastically change with Marco being here.

What you choose to do with that, or if you choose to accept that, is up to you. But it isn't subtle.

[bertall]

What stench?

<sub>[This is what they call nose blind.

He finds himself taking a big ol' whiff to see if he can smell anything, and he comes up with nothing. To Bertolt, everything smells the way it always has.

Everything else she says though... He finds himself slumping against his wall, and there's no doubt that his ears are starting to burn again - if Jean or Marco were to look in, they'd know something was getting him flustered.

Has that really been happening? How blind is he?]</sub>

You're serious?

[lyingheart]

The one like strong cologne and not-quite washed enough body odour.

[ It's very Male, though hardly exclusive to guys. Their train car could stand a better deep cleaning and regular airing out, and a cease fire on whatever perfume they coated themselves in every day. ]

Yes. One of my many faults.

[bertall]

Do I smell??

_{[Annie. Annie. Do not make him sniff himself. Please.]}

I'd


hardly count that as a fault. Especially if you think it's 100%.

[lyingheart]

Bertolt, contrary to what it sounds like, I didn't spend time personally smelling either you or Jean. Besides, you bathe, don't you? How often do you do laundry? Do you even use cologne? Strongly scented body soaps?

[ Don't ask her these things, Bertolt, you don't want the answers. ]

I'm certain of my assessment of Jean when it comes to you. As for being serious to a fault, maybe not, but I'm hardly going to be accused of being light-hearted.