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"Hello. This is Dorian Gray's cellphone. I can't talk right now. Don't forget to leave me a message. If you're interesting, I'll get back to you."

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Why not.

[ though wow Kate, you really are a winner. ]

I suppose the revelation of my whatever with Dio threw a bit of a wrench in the works. But really, he doesn't mean anything to me. [ that's...not a total lie. ]

It just makes sense. Before you come over right after what happened. The tone of things is going to change.

[The explanation is almost ... clinical. It is clinical.

Kate kind of hates a little bit that she's like this.]

It wasn't the wrench so much as the revelation at a bad time. That wasn't the situation. I had a rough weekend. (Which is a long story that I'm not telling over text.)

But if you're going to come over here, I think I'm going to have to face the fact that I'd like something more. [And so she can stop wondering, but she can't help but feel that this is what it'd be like talking to Tommy to ask if they went exclusive. Maybe that's why she hasn't asked yet.

She really does have piss poor taste in guys.]

I can try to give you that something more. [ or, more likely, he can try to give her that something more while still attempting to mend his relationship with Yuri, court Simon, have quick and dirty flings with Rosie, and casually sleep with Dio.

aka let's be real Kate, you are never getting monogamy with Dorian Gray. ]

I'm sorry about your weekend, by the way. Need me to bring over ice cream?

[She's not naive, at least. Which makes the next text take a little longer.]

How are we defining something more?

(And no to the ice cream. Already had some with Billy.)

However you want to define it. I'm flexible. [ and mostly wants sex. he's flexible so he can get sex. ]

I want to know who else you're involved with. I don't want to be surprised again.

[And also to avoid anything super awkward in the future.]

Edited 2014-12-16 05:20 (UTC)

[ the world's briefest of pauses before he replies. ]

Define involved.

[ this is gonna suckkkkk ]

You know exactly what I mean, Dorian.

[ siiiiiiigh. ]

Dio Brando. Rosie Franklin. And Yuri Petrov on a good day. [ unsurprisingly, Yuri has a very low tolerance for Dorian's bullshit. ]

Your type is "everyone," huh?

When you put it like that, it sounds like I don't have standards. My type is young and beautiful, thank you very much. Yuri's an outlier.

[ he's like 40 and is ollllllld. ]

Why, thank you.

He's very stuffy, isn't he? It must be the Russian thing.

It probably is. I thought I could get him to loosen up—and it's worked SLIGHTLY.

I'd ask for clarification on what "slightly" means, but I don't want to know.

Smart choice.

Anyway, anyone else you get involved with, I'd like to know. I'm not accustomed to the poly-but-sort-of-in-a-relationship thing that doesn't last for more than a few dates, so honesty is pretty much going to be our best policy.

[ the problem with 'honesty as the best policy' is that she's talking to Dorian. Who's pretty much never honest. And who spend his first few months here lying to everybody about almost everything.]

Don't worry. You'll be the first to know.

[ she's not gonna know shit. ]

[At least now that he's said it, she can drop him on his ass when she catches him in a lie.]

Good.

I'll see you later, then?

See you later.

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