IC CONTACT

[fortuneglass]

✆CHANNEL

FREQUENCY: 108.75327
DESCRIPTION: While Carly tends to try and answer her radio the minute it's buzzed, it can occasionally be ignored by way of an unfortunate burial within the fabric she's working on. Oops.

✉MAIL BOX

LOCATION: Mail Pouch hanging under the trailer awning
DESCRIPTION: Carly made a cute little pouch just for her letters! If you don't use it, she'll never forgive you! ...Or she will, but she'll give you a stern warning, even after the 12th time or so.

Comments

[showmystar]

[Allen is usually afflicted by the same disease, but hatred for the demon in his head has blinded him. No sympathy for the devil, as it were. But seeing Carly care about a creature who effectively used her like that . . .

His eyes soften. They're helping each other out, huh . . . ?]

Maybe there's a way you both can live, once you return home.

[fortuneglass]

[They're really not, Allen. It's very parasitic.] Maybe...

It'd be nice if he could stop being such a grouch about being underground...

[showmystar]

Or stop being a grouch period. [smile smile smile]

[insidescoop]

Exactly~

[...No answer...] Ah... ...I should get the tea.

[showmystar]

Can I help?

[insidescoop]

Eh? [She pauses, already setting up tea-bags and the pot.] ...If you want~

[showmystar]

[And then they were awkward over tea like Everything Was Fine]