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[anti_altruisms]

Good evening.

[ The video flickers on, and there's a very pale, very fatigued-looking Archer sitting in his apartment. A dragon egg is also visible, nestled in a bundle of blankets next to him. (Is he nesting??)

In any case, he doesn't mince words. ]

Since we're all likely experiencing similar symptoms, I'll be brief - I'm looking for moonlacing partners, specifically hand-holding and basic physical contact. Anything more than that is subject to discussion.

[ He moves a hand, and just for a moment, it almost looks translucent. Or maybe, it's just the crystals staring to form on his skin. ]

Thank you for your time.

[ With that, he ends the feed. ]

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[fairbrook]

( She's quick to arrive at the door-- perhaps too quick. Had she been waiting by the door this entire time?? But as the door opens, he's greeted by a pleasant-- albeit weary smile. )

Thank you for coming. I do apologize for bringing you here. ( It's for the best... she wouldn't have been able to make the trek herself. ) Would you care for some tea?

( She'd offer to prepare him something to eat, as well, but her own cooking skills are less than impressive. )

How was the trip over?

( It's a considerate question. If he needed to replenish chroma now, Integra wouldn't hesitate to take him into her arms. )

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[anti_altruisms]

[ Ah, well, being prompt isn't a bad thing? At least, not in his book.

His own egg nestled in a sling he's fashioned himself, he sees the weariness on her face and shakes his head. ]

It's fine. And there's no need to prepare anything.

[ They're both in a bit of an exhausted state so formalities are...unnecessary. He cracks a faint, ironic sort of smile. ]

It was tiring, but I am...more resilient than most, I would say.

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[fairbrook]

Very well.

( Pleasantries come naturally to Integra, per her upbringing, but she's just as easily able to drop the matter at Archer's own insistence. For what concerns remain, well... )

Please, do come in.

( She outstretches her hand, considerate enough not to outright take, but gingerly offer to hold his own. It's telling how her cheeks flush, in this moment, as it's clearly not something she's accustomed to. )

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[anti_altruisms]

Thank you.

[ Archer steps inside, and after looking at Integra's face for a moment, his gaze briefly flickering down to the offered hand, he does the gentlemanly thing and takes it -- an easy grip that neither threatens nor demands.

He offers a faint smile. ]

I promise I don't bite.

[ It's a bad joke, but at least it's a joke? ]