[0010G - Video]

[reservedempath]

[Voile has probably never looked so 'deadpan' when addressing the network, but in all honesty, it hasn't been the easiest time. In spite of raining donuts, which she went out of her way to avoid to the best of her ability.]

I have two things to bring up, which I'd meant to sooner, however wasn't sure when would be the right time.

I would like to host a contest for the end of this year, consisting of winter fashions, much the way the first contest was held. Based on various strengths of the competitors and featuring prizes this time around that will be more appropriate than some of what was offered previously.

For this, I'd like to enlist the assistance of one tall and somewhat muscular person, and one smaller, petite frame for some tailoring and advertisement purposes.

I'm also curious to know if there's anyone who continues to be interested in occasional Host Club gatherings. If so, I'd like to be responsible for those if no one has any objections.

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[derivativeofx]

I see. Are you participating, or are you only organizing them?

[Left...? He pauses as well, looking confused for a split second, but it passes quickly. Ah, she must have meant the real X.]

Of course not. I don't have anywhere else to go. She must have confused me with the other X. There were two of me here for a brief while.

[reservedempath]

I don't-

[She always feels awkward when she brings up contests.]

I just run them. It wouldn't be very fair of me to run them and participate, right?

[And afterwards, she softens with a smile.]

I didn't know there were two. Regardless, I'm glad you're still here. I didn't think you'd leave without telling me.

[derivativeofx]

Ah... I guess that's fair.

[Being told someone's glad he's here -- having any sort of implication that his absence would be felt, even if he was no longer serving any political role -- was nothing he'd ever had to deal with before. Even if it was only light, casual conversation, he sort of regretted that it was a video conversation instead of text, because his smile takes on a bit of a shyness that falls outside the controlled, practiced boundaries he usually keeps.]

I preferred you didn't know about the other me. I thought you might like the second X more than me too, and dealing with two of us is just confusing.

...You really didn't think I'd go without saying anything to you?

[reservedempath]

[As she listens to him, she feels a degree of... sympathy? She's not sure. He says 'too,' implying it's happened before. Does she really seem like the type of person to do that? But to be fair, Copy X doesn't know that much about her, does he...]

I like you just as you are. And no. I didn't think you would. I wanted to believe that if you ever left, you'd at least write me something before you left. I really do believe that.

[derivativeofx]

["I like you just as you are" is another thing he's never heard before, but that one is at least easier to brush away when he's been lying about who he is the entire time.]

I don't have any intention of leaving, but I suppose if I ever do go anywhere, I could mention it first. That means you'll do the same if you go somewhere, right?

[reservedempath]

[There's a minute pause, because she's remembered each time she's left, she's gone without a word to anyone. Nothing personal, of course. Simply because she's accustomed to doing things on her own time. Leaving has always been spontaneous.]

I'll do my best. I haven't been very good about that in the past, but if I don't let anyone else know, I'll at least let you know. Is that okay?