[IC Inbox -- Snowblind]

[heavensreader]

Is it worki - oh. Ahem. This is Kesara Freamon. Please leave your message here and I will call back on you as soon as I can.







Wait, is it still - argh, how do I ma-

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[Wow.

He's only ever really taught one person before, and that was boxing techniques to Steve Rogers back in the thirties. He doesn't count the Soldier teaching the other possible Soldiers, it wasn't him, it's not the same. This feels good, though, amazing how much effort she's put in.

It's one of the rarer times that his voice also softens in return, obviously pleased.]

Looks good, you've obviously worked hard.

[heavensreader]

[When he does that, it's hard to keep up her cold suspicion. When he softens, she thinks, maybe he isn't - maybe he is simply a good man, and relieved that she has no dangerous information, and only wants - no.

No one ever only wants anything.]

I practised every day. Dr. Stein always said, every day you haven't practised cancels out a day when you have. [Cherished wisdom from her mentor; whatever his true intentions are, she hopes he appreciates it.] Will you teach me more?

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[He doesn't know Dr. Stein well, they've only spoken the once, but he's wary of him from what has been mentioned on the network. Still, he's not Kesara's guardian or even her friend, he has no right to caution her as to her choices in companions.]

Yes, I'll teach you more. Not tonight. I'll contact you again soon.

[He's already half regretting calling her now, just the dumb decision of a drugged mind.]

Practise more and I'll call you in a few days for another lesson.