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If you'd like to ask the Transmitter something over the phone, go right ahead! The Transmitter will answer the phone as soon as she's available. Leaving messages is impossible, given how old these phones are, but you should be able to reach her at almost all hours.

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You know, I'm realizing something. I get...regularly flustered, for a teenage girl with below average dating experience, but you seem unflappable. I don't find that fair.

Do you want to know the secret to flustering me?

...You would just hand me that kind of ammunition? Really?

[ From the excited tone to her voice, it seems like the answer is yes. ]

I don't think I could turn down a request from you.

[ There's a moment before he replies-- he had said so teasingly, but now that it's been asked he can't help but to answer seriously.]

No one has ever really flustered me before, but I feel like you could. When I think about going on more dates with you, my heart beats fast. But that's not really an answer, is it? So I guess the truth is I don't really know, sorry.

But you've come really close.

[ ... ]

I could be the first, huh? I think I like hearing that even more than a definite answer.

[ Her next words are soft, almost lost beneath the static. ]

Hey, uh. Can you tell me... How to pronounce your name?

Yeah, I think you will be.

[ Which is almost immediately proven when he hears the next question, the surprise clear in his voice. He says his name slowly, enunciating the syllables as clearly as he can.]

Ree-oh-jee Moh-chee-zoo-kee.

Like... Ree-oh-jee. Moh-chee-zoo-kee. Like that?

[ She takes a deep breath and there's a small, nervous laugh. ]

I-it's not like I'm going to use it, I still have to... You're still Amiable, and I'm still the Transmitter, but... Just, so I know. ...If I want to.

Like that.

[ In a way he sounds almost speechless, his words quiet and soft.]

...I like how it sounds when you say it. That made me really happy, thank you.

Aw, well, you're givin' me something, so it only makes sense, doesn't it? You're welcome.

I hope if I'm patient I'll get to hear it again.

[!!!]

Oh, did you want me to show you now? If we're exchanging gifts.

Sure! Note, I can see into your rooms and all that, but I've been specifically avoiding yours so I don't spoil anything.

[ He totally did call her basically as soon as he woke up, so there is some rustling here as he gets properly of bed. At least he was only topless if she did peek, but maybe he should make sure he's fully dressed in the future. Probably.]

OK! Can you see? [ It's noticeable that he doesn't have his scarf on (it's thrown over the chair) but he looks somewhat put together besides. His room has had some adjustments made to it in the form of overly large duct-tape stars and moon on the walls, which manage to look only slightly gaudy. There's no sign of the gift, but he has both his hands clasped around something, the receiver cradled on his shoulder.]

[ A small amused noise slips through the static during Ryoji's prep, but otherwise the Transmitter is patient and quiet. ]

Mmhmm, ohh, very nice decoration. Yeah, I can see.

Thanks. [ And without further 8hesitation he opens his palms up to reveal... a red origami crane.

It's something he's been working on for the past week, and unlike his past (many) attempts, it's dang near perfect. The red is as vibrant as he could get it with raspberries, which comes off similar to a water color effect, brighter in the middle and fading out on the ends.]

Ta-daa!! I hope you like it, I thought it was easier to make something red than teal. It's an origami crane, I made it because we both like the sky.

It's... It's lovely.

[ From the distant but pleased tone of voice, she's very pleased. ]

How did you- you didnt have any art supplies.

I'm glad you like it. [ With a smile he plops back down on his bed, cross-legged, the crane resting on his lap.]

Do you mean the color? I used raspberries, which was kind of messy--but I think it was worth it.

It was, it looks great, but I didn't think... Maybe I should've called you Creative, huh?

...Thank you. I wish I could accept it properly, or...give you something better in return.

Ahh, I don't think I'm normally this creative but because it was for you, I tried my hardest. I'll keep it in my room in case you can accept it one day.

[ But by the sound of it, he's just happy she liked it.]

You're welcome...hearing you say my name was enough.

I still wish...

[ Whatever it is, she doesn't say it. Instead, she sighs, and it sparks some feedback unlike normal. No, this is the kind you expect to hear over the phone, when someone's holding it too close to their mouth. ]

...Has this been a good enough date to get a third one?

[ Did she just ask him out before he had the chance to? He colors a little, the surprise evident in his voice.]

Oh, yes! I'd like that a lot.

I totally just caught you off-guard, didn't I? I did! I absolutely did, ha, sweet!

[ Let her savor her victory for the moment. ]

[ He doesn't know why, but he can't help but laugh.]

Yes, you did. I had a feeling you would but... I'll have to work harder next date so I don't fall behind.

[ Him laughing makes her do so, right back. ]

Uhh, soooo. ...Sometime later this week? If that's not too soon. You'll have to call, uh. Me contacting you is a little discouraged, but.

That's not too soon, it's a date then! Our third date. [ He's too thrilled about this to even pin down a day properly, oops.]

I can call you, it's kind of like picking you up at your house, don't you think?

[ ...yeah, on this end too, a little too excited for planning. ]

I-it is! Even though it's sort of a stay-in date, and, uh... [ ... ] All that, you know.

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