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[photophobic]

[ Kylo's expression is tight, his eyes intensely sharp- and those who have seen him before will note something else, too. His face is scarred- a long, neatly healed line running right over it, from his brow down to his neck. ]

Thankfully, he hasn't taken his clothing off for the occasion. ]

I'm back.

[ That's it. ]

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[photophobic]

[ He has no idea what tbh means, and that's actually the reason why his response is delayed. It's just a pleasant side-effect that the time taken to look it up lends his reply a little more gravitas. ]

We should meet.

[pummelgranite]

[ Well, it's enough gravitas to hold her attention, at least. (It does not actually take all that much.) ]

When?

[photophobic]

Perhaps later this week. I have business to attend to. Threads to pick up.

[ And immediately following, a question that he hopes makes it obvious that his interest is not idle. ]

Is it finished? Your temple.

[pummelgranite]

Constructed, but not consecrated.

Sunday then. Traditional time for church visits.

[photophobic]

[ He wonders, briefly, what might be involved in consecration, in this case.
And he suspects that might have been her intention. To pique his curiosity. ]

Sunday. Agreed. I will look for you then.

[ and a few moments later, because that brief thought will not leave him alone: ]

Perhaps I will bring you a gift.

[pummelgranite]

[ The answer doesn't take long. ]

Perhaps I'll accept it. See you then.