[Though, really, Jedao has already given him the gift Mikodez had most wanted from him. Well, he hadn't exactly given the assurance he's not returning to the Hexarchate but Mikodez is almost certain.]
[In front of it, Jedao has left a partially collapsed lump of glass that might, possibly, have been intended as an apple - or possibly something else entirely.]
[There's definitely a certain degree of dry humor hidden behind text but his thanks is close to honest. He carefully puts the lump of glass next to his potted onion so they can both catch the light. He attaches a picture.]
[There are even moments when he can look at it and not automatically run through all the ways he could use it to kill someone, which is practically the point of hobbies.]
Hobbies are good for you.
[And since he practices what he says -]
I've left something for you, on the door handle of the empty cabin next to Holden's.
[The knitted mittens are practically a different color on every new line of stitching. The affect suggests someone who got very enthusiastic about the idea of rainbow mittens - without any interest in order of color.]
[He hates how much he likes them. He doesn't know how he feels about Mikodez's praise or - helpfulness. It was easier to like him when his outlook on Jedao consisted mostly of tense disapproval. Easier to feel safely eccentric and disaffected and uncooperative. Or. Something.]
I know.
[He thinks about Cheris's stupid dueling dramas. That hurts, but at least he understands why.]
[Mastering certain card tricks are practically a requirement for graduating from a Shuos Academy. Mikodez could still pull them off, with various amounts of flourish in his sleep. Or, slightly more impressively, after several days without sleep.
Jedao might know different variations but Mikodez is almost certain it’s the same for him.
Istradez had once not quite joked that Mikodez saw the Shuos as a house of cards. Cheris isn’t quite part of that game, Jedao is. It’s a demarcation of something like feelings that he doesn’t plan on ever sharing with Jedao. He suspects that it wouldn’t be appreciated, anyway.
Still it's why, sometime later, he makes video contact. Both he, and the cat sitting on his lap, look mildly exasperated.]
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[Though, really, Jedao has already given him the gift Mikodez had most wanted from him. Well, he hadn't exactly given the assurance he's not returning to the Hexarchate but Mikodez is almost certain.]
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Be careful opening your door.
[In front of it, Jedao has left a partially collapsed lump of glass that might, possibly, have been intended as an apple - or possibly something else entirely.]
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[There's definitely a certain degree of dry humor hidden behind text but his thanks is close to honest. He carefully puts the lump of glass next to his potted onion so they can both catch the light. He attaches a picture.]
I'm glad you've taken up some new hobbies.
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[Which is part of what makes it a present.]
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Hobbies are good for you.
[And since he practices what he says -]
I've left something for you, on the door handle of the empty cabin next to Holden's.
[The knitted mittens are practically a different color on every new line of stitching. The affect suggests someone who got very enthusiastic about the idea of rainbow mittens - without any interest in order of color.]
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I know.
[He thinks about Cheris's stupid dueling dramas. That hurts, but at least he understands why.]
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Jedao might know different variations but Mikodez is almost certain it’s the same for him.
Istradez had once not quite joked that Mikodez saw the Shuos as a house of cards. Cheris isn’t quite part of that game, Jedao is. It’s a demarcation of something like feelings that he doesn’t plan on ever sharing with Jedao. He suspects that it wouldn’t be appreciated, anyway.
Still it's why, sometime later, he makes video contact. Both he, and the cat sitting on his lap, look mildly exasperated.]
Please tell me you said no.
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I appreciate that you're trying to help. I really do.
So please believe I'm being sincere when I say, from the bottom of my withered old heart:
Fuck off.
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You really shouldn't.
[He hopes that Jedao remembers enough of how things work to not appreciate help, perhaps especially not genuine help.]
By the way, if I'm eaten by shadows I've nominated you as the next hexarch. My desire to help is unquenchable.
[And that way, if Jedao ever does save him, it can carefully not be at all about them. Mikodez prefers it that way.]
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And you don't get to nominate anyone. Your Zehun does.
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Or I hope they do, anyway, otherwise I'd need to look for a new personal assistant.
[He would have a list.]
Remember to look after you health.
[Which is, in fact, his way of cheerfully fucking off.]