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π™Ίπ™Ύπ™Όπ™»π™΄πš…, π™½π™Έπ™Ίπ™Ύπ™»π™°πšˆ. ([personal profile] il2) wrote 2024-04-04 02:03 pm (UTC)

Thank you. I will see you in probably an hour, maybe an hour and a half depending on how difficult it is to get into the Up today.

[ It ends up being closer to an hour and a half, with the need to find someone to escort him, and the checks at the border. When he arrives he's dressed in his uniform, and his heavy woolen winter coat over that; respectable attire, one that shows his status in his old life, paired with the brown knit gloves and holstered pistol that had fortunately accompanied him into this place along with the rest.

He finds himself nervous, in a way he usually isn't around women—though this situation is quite unlike anything he's ever found himself in with someone of the female inclination, too. There's always the possibility that she could simply decide that it isn't a good fit, or perceive him as a liability because of his legs, someone who might need her help or would be unable to contribute around the household.

He won't know until he gets there.

He knocks on the door, holding his breath despite himself. ]

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