Ioan Bălan — 2346
-Ioan#98ae38dc arrived at the appointed coffee shop a good hour in advance. The meeting had been eir idea, but it had also been a source of stress during the day prior to it.
+Ioan#98ae38dc arrived at the appointed coffee shop a good hour in advance. The meeting had been eir idea, but it had also been eir primary source of stress during the day prior to it.
The idea of meeting up with True Name in a neutral setting had not gone over as poorly as expected with May, at least. She hadn’t been pleased, to be sure, but given the news from Castor, she had accepted that the chances of further contact with her down-tree instance was likely anyway, and had stated that she was unwilling to engage with her further on the point.
So, ey had forked, given her double kisses on the cheeks along with #Tasker, and left to sit and fret somewhere where ey’d not be a bother.
The coffee shop was quite comfortable, familiar from when ey’d first met Dear so many years ago. A comfortable affair set in a simulacrum of a small town. Cute shops, gas lamps, brick-paved roads.
@@ -84,7 +84,7 @@She bowed again and stepped from the sim, leaving em to sit on the couch and finish eir tea, thinking about the differences between changing and forgetting.