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[ Having long perfected the art of stealth, Chane Laforet has been a silent presence on the network for a few days, now. She's gathered the information she could, done the proper exploring once the sun had set each night in this strange, grey world, and made sure to trust no one.
The communication device was unlike anything from her time or world, but was basic enough in design that she caught on after a few fumbles, that would have been more noticeable to the network had she not been a mute.

And so. A woman with short, black hair looks at the community with a determined, if slightly confused, expression, and holds up a set of FLASH CARDS, as if she's presenting a project to a bunch of colleagues. She holds up one note, which reads: ]

"I have misplaced the map I was given by the maid-woman."

[ Then shuffles it to the back, pulling out the next. ]

"Please, if anyone can reproduce something like this for me, I would appreciate it."

[ Her expression becomes slightly uncomfortable, as she's now second-guessing this entire decision. Nevertheless, she holds up another awkwardly floppy poster board. ]

"Can the people here see if some have no eyes? Some speak though I do not see their mouths."

[ And another one. This time she's holding it up in front of her face, so she doesn't have to feel as awkward... ]
"If I could be shown where to go to acquire the proper materials to arm myself,
that would be very helpful too."

[ Final note! ]

"Thank you for reading this message."

[ And she just slowly ... puts down all the notes, and sits, staring way too intensely at the video feed. She seems to be RIGHT outside the Sigyn House, so that should be recognizable enough, and is very under-dressed for the weather! ]

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[He raises her dress, feeling the urge to make gestures.] Um, I don't know if that's gonna help! It might... even make it a bit harder for me to calm down, actually.

[He lowers his chin, keeping eye contact with her still. His heart is beating to an odd beat now, like club music.] But thanks, anyway...

[He doesn't want to tell her to stop touching him, but THIS IS SUCH AN UNCOOL POSITION TO BE IN.]

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[ She raises her eyebrows at him in a slight manner. The expression's enigmatic and neutral enough that it could be that she's amused by his reaction, or judging it, or perhaps just embarrassed for him.

Nodding, Chane turns to begin walking, expecting Claire to hold that dress up properly. She assumes he wanted her to stop touching him, and her feelings aren't hurt by it -- after all, it might be too much for him to take in at the moment. She still was overwhelmed by certain touches, herself. ]

[hotshit]

[Well, he feels embarrassed, even as he follows after her from behind!] Th-that felt nice, that's all! You're just so beautiful and cute and your hands are so gentle!

Ah... [Blushblush.] Chane.

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[ She glances over her shoulder at him, looking slightly flustered at that. And of course, she might have looked at him for too long, because she does step into some mud... :C ]

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[Claire reacts fast, just as her shoe steps in the mud, reaching around her to bunch up the skirt of her dress entirely, bringing it up to her mid-thigh so none of the mud splashes the fabric.]

...

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That was a close one, huh! [Her skirt must look like a bulky white pumpkin.]

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...!! [ She looks down at her shoes, which are muddy -- no problem, but then at her revealed legs before taking a step back from Claire, while simultaneously trying to push down at the dress. That was high enough for her holsters to show! ]

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[He loosens his grasp on the fabric, allowing her skirt to fall just below her knees.] Are you sure you don't want me to carry you? It wouldn't be a problem at all, for me.

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... [ Serious

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at him! ]

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[Blush.] I won't ask again, if you're really set in this decision!

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[ Chane steps forward, dignified, trying not to look too resigned as she lifts her arms to rest the bow of her elbows on Claire's shoulders.

She looks expectant, instead. ]

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[Gosh... For the 100th time today, Claire's eyes widen, lips parted slightly as he stares at her expression. It's so easy for him to get hypnotized.

Slowly, he lets go of a part of her dress to rest his palm against his chest, where his heart should be. Yup, it's beating hella fast again.]

If you keep doin' this... I might have myself a heart attack, at this rate.

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... [ Uh oh! Claire has summoned a small smile from Chane, as she tilts her head fondly while looking up at him. ]

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[ It vanishes quite quickly, however, as she stands on her tippy-toes, sort of patting her hands against the back of his neck to get his attention. Come on. You're going to insist like that, then you need to carry her. At least out of these muddy woods. She won't allow herself to be carried throughout an entire town, of course. ]

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[HUGE BLUSH. Claire's bottom lip quivers a bit as his eyes focus on her lips, taking a lot of interest in them suddenly, since that smile.]

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[And do you know what that image leads his mind to? NO, NOTHING DIRTY, PERVERT. He's just thinking of kissing her...and ....and kissing her some more.]

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[AND THOSE HANDS ON HIS NECK, they're making the small hairs there stand on end, tingles running up and down his spine!

HNGH. He quickly shakes his head, snapping out of it, before moving forward in a flash, picking her up bridal style without any faltering or awkward handling.]

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[ Oop! She's up in his arms, clutching at him tightly, and trying to push down any abashed feelings that were threatening to clout her mind. She looks down at the ground, then ahead... and then over at Claire, trying to keep her feet still so they don't rub some of the mud off on to her dress. ]

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[This is... Claire's dream come true! He's carrying a woman in a wedding dress, bridal-style... and taking her home. His heart is beating so fast that she'll definitely be able to feel it if she presses against him firmly enough.]

Even with the added weight of your dress, you're still pretty light... hah. [His knees are buckling, from the tension in his muscles building up. He's overly excited.]

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[ She just blinks at that, not understanding if it's a compliment or what. She can definitely feel his heart beating fast, which reminds her that even though she and Claire moved at a snail's pace, she still had to allow that pace to be recreated to its most natural extent.

So Chane just sort of doesn't know how to make him calm down, and looks a bit helpless as she ponders that. She rests her head against where his collarbone would be, his scarf acting as a nice little cushion. ]

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[Oh... Gosh. Claire sighs happily, willing his legs to start moving.] I was meanin' to ask you a few things about yourself, but I'm not quite sure where to start, right now. Hah... [He keeps making little hah's under his breath.]

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...? [ She's just going to peek up at him, though it's more like peeking up at his chin/jaw. She's waiting, though she's not sure how well she can answer in this condition, and what kind of inferences Claire could make without proper eye contact or writing. Still, she's sure simple "yes" or "no" questions will suffice. ]

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I already know a lot about you, or at least everything that should be important. Ahh, what else is there? Oh! How about this: how old are you? [He peers down at her, teeth showing in his smile.]

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... [ Her expression gets a bit more serious, for a moment, at him saying that he knows a lot about her... or everything that "should be important" -- but, Claire's a beginner at this. There's no reason to hold it too much against him.

She holds up two fingers, puts them down, then makes a circle with her thumb and index finger. ]

[hotshit]

[Whoops, /sticks foot in mouth.] Ooh. You're not much younger than me, in that case.

How old were you when we first met?