She does try very hard to be kind and polite, except when she is throwing a man into the sand. Still, I believe once she understands that Mr Conductor is a good friend and stalwart companion, there will be nothing to fear.
I don’t think that’s necessarily true, either. If either party is fine with it…
[He trails off. Knowing this, he should fetch his other strings, too — not to make a point, but so that she is aware.]
I have another red string, too, my dear. [He holds it up, gently between two fingers. It’s twined with gold and yellow, much like hers.] Mr Inui and I have agreed upon it together, yet not exclusively with each other. I have seen other romantic inclinations in his strings, too.
[He doesn’t know if this helps, or hinders, or something in-between, but Sholmes certainly wishes to be transparent as possible.]
[Marianne watches closely, trying and mostly failing to see if there's a trick to the movement of his fingers that she's missing. She's paying such close attention that the question catches her entirely off-guard.]
O-oh, it's um. Nothing.
[She says, as he face turns the color of the darkest of the pink strings.]
[ naturally, right away, there's that pang of jealousy or disappointment. the reason she should not be entertaining what she so badly wants to entertain. she furrows her brows slightly, watching Sholmes' red string shift in the artificial diner light.
[ her expression is pinched, a little maudlin, a little self-pitying. it's the expression of someone who feels abruptly let down, that's right—or something close to feeling let down. ]
Higher society is all complicated webs, but... this place puts even it to shame. Everyone so entangled with one another.
[ She says this very casually! Almost conversationally! But she is staring at the one thread around her throat that is dark, dark, dark black-red as she says it. No. Absolutely not. ]
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