[ A Great Spirit? Clear isn't even sure if he has a spirit to begin with. ]
I'm not. I'm not a great anything.
[ How should he break it to him? He listens for anyone who might be nearby, and modulates his voice in a volume that only someone as far apart as he and Jude are can hear. ]
I'm just a thing.
[ He admits sadly. Sorry for the disappointment. ]
[ Oh, so Clear wasn’t one of Tanagura’s spirits? Jude tilted his head at the mention of ‘thing’ ] If you’re not human that’s one thing but… I wouldn’t really say that makes you a ‘thing’. [ Milla wasn’t a ‘thing’ to him, she was just as much a creature as humans were.
He can tell Clear feels awkward about this just listening to his voice… ] Would you rather not talk about it? That’s fine… I only want to make sure you’re okay. [ He holds his hand to his chest. ] I’m a doctor, even if that specializes in human treatment I’m not beyond caring about people that don’t fit into that category. If you’d like we could exchange numbers? Maybe when you find your friend again I could take a look at them anyway?
[ Unable to help himself with Clear, taking the other’s feelings into serious consideration—whether that was the pollen’s effect or not. ]
… [ Well, if Clear wanted the title of ‘thing’ Jude shouldn’t argue with him. Though, he’s unsure he’ll be calling Clear that. ] Friends…? [ It brings a blush but maybe that’s the pollen, right? Yeah… his hands find themselves behind Jude’s back as he sways at the thought. ]
Of course, contact me anytime. [ Offering his information in exchange for Clears—this do-gooder wouldn’t have said otherwise outside of his environmental expose. ] I mean, if we’re friends then send me anything… [ Still mulling over that five seconds later. ]
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I'm not. I'm not a great anything.
[ How should he break it to him? He listens for anyone who might be nearby, and modulates his voice in a volume that only someone as far apart as he and Jude are can hear. ]
I'm just a thing.
[ He admits sadly. Sorry for the disappointment. ]
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He can tell Clear feels awkward about this just listening to his voice… ] Would you rather not talk about it? That’s fine… I only want to make sure you’re okay. [ He holds his hand to his chest. ] I’m a doctor, even if that specializes in human treatment I’m not beyond caring about people that don’t fit into that category. If you’d like we could exchange numbers? Maybe when you find your friend again I could take a look at them anyway?
[ Unable to help himself with Clear, taking the other’s feelings into serious consideration—whether that was the pollen’s effect or not. ]
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But if it's all right, I would like to continue being friends with you. Can I really send you messages?
[ Speak now or forever hold your peace as Clear turns Jude's inbox into his personal instagram account. ]
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Of course, contact me anytime. [ Offering his information in exchange for Clears—this do-gooder wouldn’t have said otherwise outside of his environmental expose. ] I mean, if we’re friends then send me anything… [ Still mulling over that five seconds later. ]