Once bitten, twice shy

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[Late Monday morning]
[May 3rd, Day 337]
[The Miskatonic Café]


It gets harder to leave every time I wake up in Verdi’s bed, though this morning that was partly because one ankle was still mostly tied to the bedpost. I had it untied by the time she came out of the shower, although it took quite a bit of kissing to convince her she shouldn’t tie me right back up. I managed it in the end, though, and she let me have my turn in the shower.

After I finished and was collecting my clothes, she did say she wouldn’t mind having me hang around the Tavern until I had to go to work, and someday I might, but today I made my excuses and got dress and went down the stairs. Until things are worked out all the way with Ri, I’m holding myself to having fun with Verdi once in a while, but not anything that’d look like I’ve just exchanged living with her for living with Ri.

It’s a nice day, but the sun seems just a little too bright, what with amount of drink I had last night and the sleep I didn't, so I duck into the café for some coffee to clear my head. Sitting down feels a little better than walking, though not by much. Almost regret how used Verdi’s gotten to my belt. Oh, goddess. And smile into my mug. Might take my time here, and then go see about something I’m planning for Ri before work.


[OPEN to Iago]
[CLOSED]

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Have to think that what he’s saying is that he doesn’t like me because of what he did. Fine that he knows that, but it’s not my fault, and he shouldn’t blame me for it. And…sniping at his wife? “Glass and I got along just fine before all this,” I can’t help putting in. “Thought we had some things in common, but—she gave me two days notice, Iago, said she would not give me shelter under her roof. Because of what you did. Can’t bring myself to look fondly on that, either.”

Feel like she’s in the room now, little drab bird of a woman, all blotched face and staring eyes. In more than one way, it’s her between us, him and me, between us being friends or whatever else might have happened. Don’t hate her for that, because it’s him saying he loves her, but—she turned me out on my ear for what he’d done. And that’s between me and Iago. Can’t forgive that.

He ends by saying I’m not his priority. I understand that, though it hurts to be told in such a bald way. Adds something about Verdi, too, but doesn’t say he misunderstood what he told me before. “She’s mine, whatever she is.” Thought I had decided before he went and opened his mouth, but maybe it’s for the best I found out now, not later, if it is true what she did. Want more than anything in the world to run over to the Tavern and find her, whatever she’s doing, and hug her as tight as I can. Have things be like this morning. But what I need to do is some thinking away from pretty men who know her.

I get my money out to pay for the coffee, because I said I would, and push my chair back. “See you around, Iago.” And just say it plainly, no fight in me. "Got some thinking and smoking to do."