will you sink down to me?
The next time Rio checked his personal communicator, he'd see a notification for a new voice memo from Damsy.
Their rate of correspondence had slowed to less than a monthly basis or late. Neither had done anything to anger the other; the only reason for the lag was their respective responsibilities. Life had begun to demand more of them both around the same time—him on Jutrand and her in Naneti.
Their last virtual conversation had run its course some months ago. Now, it seemed like Damsy wanted to start up another thread.
Hey.
Her raspy voice was also light in a way that he had never heard it before.
Don't want you to think that I'm coming outta the woodwork to ask for somethin'. That ain't what this is. Was just thinkin' o' you, hopin' that you okay.
I am.
...Not to brag if you aren't.
Shit.
That last word was hissed under her breath.
'M really bad at this. Sorry.
As always, my life stays off record, especially yours 'cause it's so damn meticulous, but I will say that things are finally lookin' up in ways they haven't for a long time. I mean, some bad shit's happened too, but, really, when don't it?
Anyway, I hope things are likewise good or comin' together for you an' yours.
Damsy's pause was a moment long enough that it might have convinced Rio that the audio was either buffering or the comm had shut off on her.
Then she sighed heavily.
Hit me back when ya can, aight? 'Til then, take care.
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