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text, 5/15; late

[dendarii]

[ There's really no call for a text when Miles is just in his room, but ... eh. He's lazy and mildly achier than usual today, so he doesn't much feel like getting out of bed at this hour. ]

Can you draw something for me?

[use_everything]

[It takes a little while. There's the fumbling for the nightstand, a few sleepy attempts at the unlock code and finally... he rubs his face, glances at the woman still sleeping beside him and ... resigns himself to texting back.]

yes what subject

[dendarii]

[ Poor Aral. Forced into texting by his own son. (Miles has surely snuck over to Gregor's room by now anyway, so it's not as though he can get up either.) ]

A Barrayaran uniform. I've found a tailor.

[use_everything]

[Truly, there has never been a greater burden thrust upon a family than this. Though that DOES wake him up a little bit.]

really? yes certainly military or House

[He did, in fact, take the time to figure out how to capitalize that one single solitary word.]

[dendarii]

[ Miles is very proud okay. He stifles a snort from where he's hidden himself under the covers to keep from awakening Gregor. ]

Yes, really. I need normal clothes too, but - well, "casual livery" only goes so far.

I'll need both. Military for me and a House uniform for Tex.

[use_everything]

[That was easy enough as requests went. They were uniforms he knew every last stitch and detail of. But that begged a question...

At a soft, disgruntled noise from Cordelia, he turns in bed carefully, shielding the room from the light.]

and the third? your dendarii or not here

[dendarii]

I came here in my Dendarii uniform, actually. You haven't seen it yet?

[ He hasn't worn it around Aral yet. Not even to the staff meeting - he'd felt it unbecoming to their status as being distinctly un-mercenary. ]

[use_everything]

n

[Picking up on the lingo or getting annoyed at the keyboard again? Who can tell.]

[dendarii]

[ Another faint snort; this time he claps a hand over his mouth to dull the sound. ]

I'll show you tomorrow then. It's mostly just gray, but.

[ He's very pleased with it, a sense of pride leaking gently across their link. ]

[use_everything]

[That might open way for some discussion on the corps themselves...]

tommorrow

[And goes to set the comm back.]

[dendarii]

[ That's probably enough for one night. Still... Miles' reply comes in just before Aral fully sets his comm down. He's a fast little typer.]

You really hate texting, don't you?

[use_everything]

[THERE IS COMPLETELY NO ANSWER.

Except for that burst of exasperation over the link, mild but prominent.]

[dendarii]

[ Oh. Oh that's too perfect to just leave alone. He sends another one just to see if he can get another reaction. ]

That's a yes. You poor bastard.

[use_everything]

[It's not the chirp the comm makes, or the sudden flash of light from the nightstand.

It's the fact that he knows the message is going to be irritating that makes him pick it up.

SURE WAS.

ANNOYED HE COMPOSES A MESSAGE BACK. TO PROVE HE IS COMPLETELY FINE WITH MESSAGES. It takes embarrassingly long.]

Go to sleep.

[dendarii]

[ Totally fine. He believes you now. A small cackle escapes him - sorry, Gregor - and perhaps tellingly, if Aral has keen enough hearing, the sound of it through the walls does not come from Miles' room... ]

Yes, Da. Love you too.

[ And this time he really does put it down for the night. ]

[use_everything]

[No answer comes back at that. The casual phrase at the end, chipper, perhaps teasing, was arresting for ... well, not having seen it before, with their misaligned timelines.

Thus he ends up simply staring at it until the display dims and winks out. With a contented smile, he blindly sets the comm back around where he thought the nightstand was (the faint clatter signaled a miss), turned back over and went to sleep himself.]