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[lumberlady]

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[bleps]

Hello Konoha.

How have you been doing after our return?

[Hi, this is an obligatory text to check up on a friend, especially after Akira's rather ominous network post.]

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[lumberlady]

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[lumberlady]

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[lumberlady]

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[lumberlady]

[a brief, blurry two seconds of hooves and brown forelegs]

call; (END)

[lumberlady]

[VERY VERY LOUD]

-ELLO?

CONNOR, IS THAT YOU IN THERE? CAN YOU HEAR ME?

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[bleps]

[So maybe he shouldn’t have assumed that Konoha would’ve gotten used to the watch by now.

But to be fair, his first assumption is that maybe something is wrong. These texts are indecipherable, and while he can assume it’s due to technical difficulties alone, it’s often better safe than sorry. Better to maybe check up on her, make sure that nothing is amiss, and maybe help her figure out the watch. Note to self: avoid text messages with Konoha for a while.

And then suddenly his watch is a video feed, and Konoha is screaming at him.]

[bleps]

I—

[oh my god she’s loud.]

Konoha, it’s me. You don’t have to speak so loudly into your watch.

[lumberlady]

[It is him!

She's... had people try to explain how this works to her before, and she knows now that... there's a list of people in it, and a strange thing that has all sorts of... "posts"?

But it's all so much, and the watch just... has mostly lived in her tool belt. Until it rang just now. Besides, she sticks out like a sore thumb, who needs to call her when they can just tap her on the chocolate brown rump?

There's a long moment with some sort of shuffling (maybe hooves?), and her fingers running over the microphone by accident, then, kind of like... whispering...]

... Can you hear me now?

[bleps]

[There are rustling noises, and the sound of a microphone protesting the way it does when someone’s not using it the proper way. And he can’t make out anything that looks like her face, only blurry images of what he thought might’ve been hooves a second ago, but at least there’s progress in that she’s no longer yelling at him.

Connor pinches his brows together, squinting down at his watch as if he could puzzle out just what’s happening. He can, in a way.]

I can hear you. Can you tilt the screen towards your face?

[lumberlady]

[Good, he can hear her!

... But she kind of thought that it was tilted towards her face?]

Is it- Oh.

[There's her hooves again, but this time it pans up... to the lower half of her face.]

How about now?

[bleps]

[Good enough for government work, or so the saying goes. However, Connor is of a mind that Konoha learning how to properly use the watch will only be beneficial for her in the end, and so, as helpfully as possible:]

Tilt it up just a little further, please.

[They're making progress.]

[lumberlady]

[More????

Okay, but she does it- and now it's... pretty good???]

Now?

[bleps]

Perfect.

[He offers her a little smile, shown on said screen, to validate this.]

I see you're still not very used to using your watch.

[Just politely calling her out on that.]

[lumberlady]

[Oh, good.

Oblivious to being called out, Konoha just smiles blithely, nodding as if completely accepting of her inexperience.]

Haha, no... It's kind of weird, isn't it? Magic to talk to people when I can just go talk to them in person? I don't want to waste it.

[bleps]

But you might not always be able to speak with them in person. And this is often much faster — more immediate.

[He tilts his head just a little down at his own watch.]

Besides that, there isn’t any of it to “waste”.

[lumberlady]

... but isn't it "electricity"?

[Nevermind the alarming fact that she conflates electricity and magic with each other...]

I heard that runs out.

[bleps]

I suppose that it is, technically. But Astoria’s the one who’s provided it to us, and it has an increasingly impressive lifespan for running on a single charge.

[Does it even need charging? Connor is starting to doubt it at this rate.]

I used it frequently during our time in Struxta. It still shows no sign of depleting energy.

[lumberlady]

... Oh. That's good, then?

[She can definitely see the use if she was separated from everyone, or lost... At least? But that reminds her-]

Also, uh- What did you send, before? The writing one.

[She might have been bluffing when she had him write her Tanabata wish by making it more about her handwriting than... actual writing... and reading...]

[bleps]

Oh. Did it not go through?

[Asked innocently enough. He hopes there aren't actual hardware issues with either one of their watches.]

[lumberlady]

[Did it not??? If it didn't, how would she even know???]

I mean... I think it did? I just wanted to make sure...

[bleps]

[His LED is flickering with mild confusion, but... all right. He has no reason to doubt that she was just checking, especially given her inability to work her watch properly, and so:]

I had asked how you were doing, after we've returned from Struxta. The last mission wasn't very kind to many of us, so I felt obligated to check on you.

[lumberlady]

That's nice of you!

[As if she hadn't been confused at all, she just goes right back to smiling.]

I'm alright. I mean- as alright as I can be! Nihuang-jie stitched me up, and she said it probably wouldn't even scar.

[bleps]

Stitched up?

[Smiling and nonchalant as she is about it, of course Connor's going to look a little concerned, mouth twisting downwards slightly.]

What happened?

[lumberlady]

Ah, I just got a few cuts while I was putting the Pin thing in the ground... I took the farthest one, since I can run the fastest...

[And with all that debris whipped up by the Storm... The worse were on her rump, though, so she'd been able to hide it under her repaired skirt.]

I'm totally fine now, though! It doesn't even really hurt anymore. Promise.