voice;

[unwiseheart]

[ In which a very exasperated-sounding Russian man finally posts to the network, not in reply to something, but to ask, ]

Is there a way to get people here to stop sending me mail? Legally? I am not sure how many more letters about people's werewolf souls and how they want to join my pack I can take.

[ There's a rustle of paper and a sigh. ]

I suppose I could go back to living in the park... at least that had no address attached...

[ And far more squirrels to chase. ]

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[unwiseheart]

Not even supposing. They definitely don't realize it.

[shifting]

Yeah, have fun dealin' with that then. Can't say I envy you the position.

[unwiseheart]

Hopefully it's one you can avoid. [ That said... ] The wine guy, right?

[ Network tag confirms it, sure, but he may as well make sure there aren't two Merlottes. ]

[shifting]

[he laughs.]

Yeah. Yeah, that's still me for now. How've things been for you outside of crazy fans?

[unwiseheart]

[ Well, aside from the entire vampire murder thing... ]

Better, recently. [ It's good to have powers again. ] I hear we have a mutual friend. You know Saya?

[shifting]

[Sam knows that feeling. Probation's a bitch.

There's a brief pause, but then he nods. Slowly.]

Yeah, I know Miss Saya. You known her long?

[unwiseheart]

Too long, in my opinion.

[shifting]

...Before here?

[unwiseheart]

Not that long. [ But Sam's onto something. ] We had a little chat about you, did you know?

[shifting]

Oh, yeah? [he wonders how obvious his sudden strain is.]

Didn't know that, no. Good things, I hope.

[unwiseheart]

Just things. [ Not good, not bad, but he won't specify what. Not on a public network. ] Kind of made me think we should meet up sometime.

[shifting]

...Yeah. Okay.

[he's not actually sure he should agree to this, or that it is in any way okay. Saya is a mystery enough on her own without having to wonder what she's told others.]

Go for a drink sometime? ...A run?

[unwiseheart]

A drink would be fine.

[ A run? Really? Maybe as a wolf, but that'd be really weird. ]

[shifting]

Somewhere in De Chima okay?

[unwiseheart]

Certainly. Name a place and time, I can meet you there.

[ Easier to let Sam choose his own territory, basically. ]

[shifting]

There's a bar I like some nights. Small, but it's got a room in the back with pool tables.

[a darker, quieter space.]

Thursday night?

[unwiseheart]

Sounds good to me. Text me the address?

[shifting]

Yeah, I'll do that.

See you then.