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☏ call. ≔ text. 💻 video. ✘ action.

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[ For his part, Connor can't stay idle for too long. It drives him crazy. There's a need in him to keep moving, to keep fighting (though perhaps 'fight' is not the right word for it), to keep trying to be better than what he is in one particular moment.

He's neglected that beast for quite some time. He's trying to make it up.

Connor sends over an address - somewhere close to the coast, but not so close that the sea threatens to drown conversation - and notes the time. ]

I'm five minutes out from there.

[dishonests]

[ admittedly, idleness doesn't suit cassidy much either. since he can't live his usual lifestyle here, he feels a little stir-crazy, some days more than others. needless to say, any distraction is a welcome one.

unsurprisingly, he spends a lot of time near the coast. he lives on it, actually, but even when he's not at the dilapidated squat he and freddie call home, he doesn't usually stray far from the ocean. so the area is familiar to him, and due to an impeccable sense of direction, he knows exactly where to go to reach that address. ]

Then I shall see you in five minutes, or thereabouts.


( do you want to switch to action? )

is it cool if it's action on here? also i swear i thought i hit enter days ago /sweats

[abetting]

See you then.

[ The address leads to one of those little box-rooms with floor-to-ceiling glass windows, overlooking the sea. There's a little of soundproofing, mostly to mask the sound of waves crashing on smoothed rocks along the shore, positioned along it in a way that the city lights are tucked behind the buildings.

Looking out of the windows, all one sees is the water, endless, little lights framing the view without distracting from it.

Connor likes it here. He found out about it during Elena's birthday bash, while trying to find a place to change into after getting sand in his clothes. It's often quiet, if you could ignore the awkward thumping that happens occasionally, but given the city's propensity for casual intimacy - what a combination of words, that - he supposes it's always been par for the course as with everything else in this city.

He shows up with a few seconds left, sleeves of his shirt pulled up to midway between elbow and wrist, and knocks to check if he's ahead or late. ]

Hello?