inbox / appointments (luceti)

[cilantro]

Does your character need to get in contact with Cilan for something? Then you've come to the right place for that!

All you have to do is please title your initial comments with these:
Action | Written | Voice/Video/Messenger Bird/etc. (????) and a date! (example: July 13th or something)
so that I know what method your character is using to try to contact him so that he can respond properly

this post can also be used for continuing threads from events or memes if needed

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[cilantro]

[...Haha, yeah that does feel a little ominous, but he's not going to say no, considering they probably did need to talk at some point anyway.]

Um, sure. Come on in! [He'll stand aside and hold the door open wider so that Emmet can step inside. Other than some books lying nearby on a table, this part of the place pretty tidy and neat--it looks like he keeps most of his personal effects towards the back where the bedroom is rather than out here.] Please, sit anywhere you'd like. Would you like something to drink while you're here?

[As nervous as he is, he can't forget his manners to offer drinks for a guest.]

[infinitegrin]

That's fine. I don't need anything.

[He will find a seat, at least! And even with the tension in the atmosphere, he can't help but smile particularly fondly at Cilan. Regardless of all of what's going on.]

Would you sit, too? Join me at this station.

[cilantro]

[Ah...alright. Guess we don't get a further delay of making fresh tea or something before talking, but he takes a seat too. Now that he's closer the other might actually pick up on some slight anxiety, even as Cilan smiles back.]

So, what would you like to talk about, Emmet?

[infinitegrin]

I should be more discreet, and take my time to arrive at this station, but I am just going to start.

I am sorry for how I acted, last week. I was very invasive of your space and privacy. I hope you aren't uncomfortable with me because of that!

[The love confession, on the other hand...]

[cilantro]

[Oh--Cilan immediately waves his hands a little, trying to set Emmet's fears aside.]

Oh, no, of course not! Admittedly it was a rather different taste than what I'm used to, but to be fair, I was...ah, feeling a rather invasive flavor myself, so...um, if I was being too meddlesome of your own personal space as well, please allow me to apologize as well.

[Even though he may have secretly enjoyed the hugging a little at the time. The love confession and embarrassing things he said about himself, on the other hand......]

[infinitegrin]

More importantly... I said something very peculiar. Something I thought was coming from the effects of last week, but upon returning down that train of thought...

[He fidgets with his hands, looking uncharacteristically anxious.]

...I said that I love you. And after thinking it over, I realize I don't feel any differently than when I said that. I need to make that clear to you.

[cilantro]

[He notes the other's anxiety too--well, that's somehow mildly assuring to know that he's not the only who has been feeling awkward about this. And oddly enough that helps Cilan internally calm himself and prepare to say something about him not holding anything against the other for what was said, the shift might have influenced it so he'll be okay if Emmet didn't really like him like that, so he doesn't have to apologize for that either, and he certainly looks like he's opening his mouth to do so...until the last part of what Emmet said just caught up to him.]

H-huh? Really? [Emmet still...felt that way? So much for having a plan of what he was going to say, now he's back to square one. 8|]

[infinitegrin]

Yes. I have not changed tracks at all. If you aren't on the same line as me, then that's alright. But if you are, then... we need to take time, on the schedule, to sort it out. It's all a very unexpected departure from normal.

[cilantro]

[...So it really does have to be us that makes or breaks your expectations. Cilan's kinda speechless now as he nervously looks away, as if the floor will somehow provide the answer he needs. While he has always been vaguely aware of girls at the cafe who probably thought we were attractive, we've never really been put in this kind of position before. Let alone with one of the Subway Bosses, who we have an immense amount of respect and admiration for.]

Um...wow, I uh...I can't say that I have any experience in my expertise as a connoisseur for how to approach a station like this. [After that amount of silence and that's what he says wow he's really bad at this. He trails off a little awkwardly, trying to figure out the best place to start for explaining how exactly he feels about the situation.] But...yes, I'd have to agree. This isn't a station I'm used to being at...

[Yes, he has more to say, just...give him a minute, he's kind of internally freaking out that this is going to mess up their friendship somehow no matter what he says next.]

[infinitegrin]

Whatever happens, I'd still like to talk to you and enjoy your company, but if that is an uncomfortable track to follow then I can accept that.

[He can be a responsible adult! He's had crushes like this before, once with Elesa, and it also fell through awkwardly.]

It doesn't have to be too difficult. Don't worry about me. Just decide what's best for you. I am Emmet! I am adaptable.

[cilantro]

[Okay, that does make him feel a little better, so he nods. We can try to be a responsible adult too; let's try to remember our own advice from that one time we were helping two Cottonees get together--be honest and just do your best! Although that also involved training one of them to kick asses but ssshhh.]

Well...I do really like you, that hasn't changed at all. And you are one of my closest friends here, too. Before last week...hm, even before I arrived in Luceti several months ago, I've always admired you, and Ingo too, even though at the time I suppose we were mostly good acquaintances than particularly close friends. [Though his tone suggests that he would have really liked to have been considered friends with them too. He scratches his cheek, sounding a little sheepish.] This may sound a little silly to hear, but you were--are sort of my idols; for the longest time I used to dream about battling the two of you someday and what kind of tastes it would have... [Well, until he finally did battle with you the last time he was in Nimbasa. Either way, Cilan wouldn't be surprised if his brothers used to joke that he was their biggest fans or something--he certainly sounds like he had(has?) a fanboy crush at one point in his life for them.]

Last week...well, last week was a very peculiar taste. But to be honest, I don't think it was a bad one. I got to know you a little more and... [Here he sounds a little more embarrassed and unsure.] ...I don't think I said anything that wasn't true, strange tastes of Luceti involved or otherwise. [Which, specifically, was his vague comments of insecurity (he did feel that way once in a while but usually he kept a high opinion of himself rather than letting it bother him), and that he was really happy that Emmet would think he was "special", let alone more than just as a friend, and that he liked being needed or wanted by the other's side...but...] But for some reason I don't feel quite the same as I did last week. It appears the combination of flavors has changed--it's confusing and hard to analyze. I still like you, quite a lot, in fact...but...I don't know if it's the same line or a different one that I've been traveling upon now in comparison to yours.

[What he's trying to say is that he really likes you Emmet...but he can't confirm for you that it's romantic. yet I mean uh]

[infinitegrin]

[Okay... that's fair. Emmet reaches over and pats Cilan's knee.]

Then it's alright. We can still be friends, at least until things are sorted out, right? I would like it if you could depend on me and vice versa. This place is dangerous, after all. More than anything, it's important that we can count on each other.

[cilantro]

[At that, Cilan smiles--not nervous like he was before when he had first opened the door to let him in, much more relaxed and genuine.]

Yes, of course. You can rely on me for anything, Emmet.