[ The concept of keysmashing is a tier or so beyond his incredibly basic capabilities when it comes to texting as a form of communication. So, he's just genuinely wavering between concern or attempting to decipher her... message. The former wins out. ]
[ to avoid any confusion, sakura probably should have corrected her mistake the instant the message completed sending, but—but her embarrassment had won out, soundly defeating her rationality. and it's only after a total of five minutes, all of which was dedicated solely to sakura burying her face in her hands, that she finally answers. ]
Oh, I just dropped my device! Almost thought that I might have broken it... But it still seems to be in working condition? This thing is so strange, isn't it, haha
[ that was okay, right? believable enough to not warrant further questioning? ]
When did you want to schedule that match, by the way?
Ah, then I'm glad to hear it remains functional. I've often found these devices to be stronger than they appear.
[ And thank the Goddess for that.
As for her oh-so-believable excuse, it's... accepted without question, a falsehood successfully delivered by virtue of his own sympathies when it comes to technological failure and the difficulties of reading tone over text. ]
Assuming you were sincere about your offer, it may be best to plan for a time absent of any immediate future responsibilities. This evening, perhaps, if you're feeling up for it?
[ or she will be, once she alleviates this lovely hangover headache with the usual cures—unfortunately, exempting the tiny pulse of healing chakra she'd typically use to stave off the worst of the effects. but! if they're sparring, she should probably conserve what she can for whatever witless injuries they may obtain tonight... ah, well. ]
And I should be finished inventorying the infirmary by then, as well, so convenient timing. Should I ready a couple of bandages for when you take your loss, Dimitri?
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Sakura?
[ The concept of keysmashing is a tier or so beyond his incredibly basic capabilities when it comes to texting as a form of communication. So, he's just genuinely wavering between concern or attempting to decipher her... message. The former wins out. ]
Is something wrong?
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Oh, I just dropped my device! Almost thought that I might have broken it...
But it still seems to be in working condition? This thing is so strange, isn't it, haha
[ that was okay, right? believable enough to not warrant further questioning? ]
When did you want to schedule that match, by the way?
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[ And thank the Goddess for that.
As for her oh-so-believable excuse, it's... accepted without question, a falsehood successfully delivered by virtue of his own sympathies when it comes to technological failure and the difficulties of reading tone over text. ]
Assuming you were sincere about your offer, it may be best to plan for a time absent of any immediate future responsibilities. This evening, perhaps, if you're feeling up for it?
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[ or she will be, once she alleviates this lovely hangover headache with the usual cures—unfortunately, exempting the tiny pulse of healing chakra she'd typically use to stave off the worst of the effects. but! if they're sparring, she should probably conserve what she can for whatever witless injuries they may obtain tonight... ah, well. ]
And I should be finished inventorying the infirmary by then, as well, so convenient timing. Should I ready a couple of bandages for when you take your loss, Dimitri?