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[trainwrecked]

It took a while, before he dialed the phone on the card. Weeks, he thought, he wasn't very good at keeping up with the dates. Or, rather, he didn't care that much.

But time had passed since the party. He'd memorized the information, then burned the card - in his experience already, anything after the last wipe wasn't going away, so he was using what part of his memory he could. Extensively.

In the end, though, he just picked a street phone and punched the number.

"Ms. Fukuyama?" Yes, she'd told him to call her Fuu. He couldn't be sure she'd pick up the phone herself. "This is James Banes."

That was how normal conversations went, wasn't it?

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[ashyperfume]

Her eyes stayed with him for the first comment, studying him for a long moment before her shoulder lifted. "I suspect you have every reason to be angry enough. And every right at this point to do as you see fit. Though sometimes, James . . . I can't help but wonder if you're trying to warn me, too."

As to starting over, it was a good response, and one that brought the luring of a smile back to the corners of her mouth. But she knew better. "Does that mean that I can get you to try Chinese again if I avoid spice and promise not to laugh?"

[trainwrecked]

He paused for a moment, eyebrow raised. Was she only now realizing that he had been trying to warn her, about many things but mostly the danger that he posed?

"I don't have that many people to warn."

They either knew already or were aware of the danger, anyway.

But he did frown a bit at the last question. "The laughter doesn't bother me. But I don't see why anyone wants to eat that."

He wasn't trying to be rude. He did mean it, though. He did not understand.