[...he just...kind of has to verify with Archer that he's going somewhere, and likely won't be back for a while. Because this is the state of his life, more or less.
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Yeah, sure.
[So apparently Kimblee's in the base? Hopefully it's not because he's actually doing anything for Team Rocket. Anyway, Isaac is in room 102, seated at the desk and going through posts to the network while he waits for Kimblee to arrive.]
[...of course he's not doing anything for Team Rocket. Of course he's not.
That said, however, the knock on Isaac's door is reasonably prompt; he can feel his nerves waking up a bit before he does so, the tension heightening in his body a little before he forces himself to settle. He can't really work out why that reaction is happening, and he's not about to dwell on it any; he doubts Isaac will stay this time, either, so anticipating anything would be incredibly stupid.
But he's never really been one to refuse to indulge in something while it's right in front of him; he'd taken advantage of those three days with a vengeance, hadn't he?
...just...let him knock and settle his features into something reasonably calm, all right, though the look in his eyes is rather alive regardless.]
[Isaac starts at the knock, glancing up at the door curiously. He had expected Kimblee just to walk on in like he owns the place, but it probably makes more sense that he'd knock, right? He sets the 'Gear down and opens the door, trying to keep calm. There's no need for him to be nervous, right?]
Hey.
[And just like that, he's able to relax again. He's really not sure what it is about Kimblee that calms him down so easily.]
[One would think that being invited in to someone's residence, temporary though it may be, would get easier with time, and easier still given whom it is inviting him in. But the truth is that he'll probably always find it awkward, and while he enters easily enough he still hangs back near the door, leaning up against the wall eventually as he usually does.]
Why didn't you call me, through curiosity? I understand that you don't like the network as a whole, but is there a reason you didn't let me know?
...Well, there were two reasons. The first is I wasn't really sure what to say. I mean, I just got back and I didn't want to post to the network as a whole, so that was obviously out. Sure, I could have messaged you privately, but I... guess I just wasn't sure what I'd even say. "Hi, I'm back"?
The second reason was... well, I guess I was kind of afraid of messaging you only to find out you'd left or something.
[He absently tugs on his ponytail at that, glancing away. He probably shouldn't have admitted that; it sounds stupid.]
[He pauses for a moment once that's out there, however; he isn't sure how much he should say about what's happened since then, but he imagines gaskets will be blown if Isaac finds out somehow later down the line and he wasn't told beforehand, and there's no sense in making this messier than it's already surely going to be.]
I saw someone else for a short period of time; it didn't work out, however.
[Isaac tips his head a bit as he processes that. He's not mad - there's no reason for him to be angry, after all - but he can't help the immediate sense of relief that comes with Kimblee's words. It didn't work out. He should probably feel worse about that than he does.]
I see. It would've been stupid for you just to sit around and wait for me to come back. I mean, I'm not going to lie, I'm glad you're not with someone else, but it's good that you moved on.
Well, it would be really weird if you got hung up over something like this. You always move on from things, so getting hung up over something so... well, it's not exactly trivial, but...
[Isaac tugs on his ponytail for a moment, trying to figure out how to word it.]
I mean you didn't get caught up in the war or the aftermath of it. You seem completely unaffected by it, actually. So if you can get through something like that that would normally be pretty traumatic for a person, something like this seems insignificant.
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Not that it is! Insignificant, I mean. Because it definitely isn't.
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Well that's good...
[He feels like he's missing something here. Was that supposed to be a joke??]
I'm glad you're doing okay. And uh, that you're still here. Obviously.
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And then he'll probably claim it was Archer's fault.]
Of course I'm all right, Isaac. Why wouldn't I be?
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Ah, I'm not trying to say you wouldn't be! It's just good to know that everything's okay, if that makes sense?
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Relax, Isaac, I know what you meant.
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Good. I'm glad.
...So uh, are you still living in Mahogany?
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Ah, but you're in Goldenrod again, aren't you.
[It's not exactly a question.]
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[He feels like he should say something about that, but he can't come up with anything to say.]
I can't wait to get out of here.
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Tell me what room you're in.
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Give me a few minutes, and I'll be there.
[...he just...kind of has to verify with Archer that he's going somewhere, and likely won't be back for a while. Because this is the state of his life, more or less.
Either way, he'll show up eventually.]
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Yeah, sure.
[So apparently Kimblee's in the base? Hopefully it's not because he's actually doing anything for Team Rocket. Anyway, Isaac is in room 102, seated at the desk and going through posts to the network while he waits for Kimblee to arrive.]
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That said, however, the knock on Isaac's door is reasonably prompt; he can feel his nerves waking up a bit before he does so, the tension heightening in his body a little before he forces himself to settle. He can't really work out why that reaction is happening, and he's not about to dwell on it any; he doubts Isaac will stay this time, either, so anticipating anything would be incredibly stupid.
But he's never really been one to refuse to indulge in something while it's right in front of him; he'd taken advantage of those three days with a vengeance, hadn't he?
...just...let him knock and settle his features into something reasonably calm, all right, though the look in his eyes is rather alive regardless.]
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Hey.
[And just like that, he's able to relax again. He's really not sure what it is about Kimblee that calms him down so easily.]
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That said, he appreciates the door-opening, just because simply walking in would be rude as hell.]
Isaac.
[He seems pleased, anyway, if a bit quietly so.]
It's good to see you.
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[Come on in, make yourself at home, etc.]
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Why didn't you call me, through curiosity? I understand that you don't like the network as a whole, but is there a reason you didn't let me know?
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The second reason was... well, I guess I was kind of afraid of messaging you only to find out you'd left or something.
[He absently tugs on his ponytail at that, glancing away. He probably shouldn't have admitted that; it sounds stupid.]
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[Well, whether he finds it stupid or not is a bit hard to say; he doesn't seem inclined to comment on it.]
You were here a few times, during those three-day periods; you asked me last time whether I'd moved on or not.
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[If he's interpreting that message he received from Kimblee right, Kimblee hasn't moved on, but Isaac's been wrong about things like this before...]
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[He pauses for a moment once that's out there, however; he isn't sure how much he should say about what's happened since then, but he imagines gaskets will be blown if Isaac finds out somehow later down the line and he wasn't told beforehand, and there's no sense in making this messier than it's already surely going to be.]
I saw someone else for a short period of time; it didn't work out, however.
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I see. It would've been stupid for you just to sit around and wait for me to come back. I mean, I'm not going to lie, I'm glad you're not with someone else, but it's good that you moved on.
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It would've been really weird if you hadn't.
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[He doesn't seem bothered, per se; just curious.]
And what makes you say that?
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[Isaac tugs on his ponytail for a moment, trying to figure out how to word it.]
I mean you didn't get caught up in the war or the aftermath of it. You seem completely unaffected by it, actually. So if you can get through something like that that would normally be pretty traumatic for a person, something like this seems insignificant.
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Not that it is! Insignificant, I mean. Because it definitely isn't.
[He's doing so well today...]
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