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this isn't late you're late nobody's late and time is an illusion

[originallutece]

[She loves technology. She loves the fact she doesn't have to speak to someone in person anymore. She loves the fact that she can have a conversation without fear of it being recorded, because this kind of one-on-one vocal communication is so new that no one has developed a way to listen in yet.

And she loves it because it means she doesn't have to meet her clients in person, which makes it all the easier to sneak the fact she does have clients under her husband's nose.

So: ring, ring, Rohan; it's your patron calling.]

YOU'RE AN ILLUSION

[nibs]

[Rohan finds this technology to be an aggravating new invention. Or, well, he would if he had actual friends who contacted him on it with any sort of frequency. But that's the trouble with being so mired in one's work and being so pricky; one doesn't really have the time to develop friendships of any kind.]

[So, the underlying aggravation when he answers is more put-upon, more prospective for when he might have friendships in the future (or, more likely, alternate universe) than genuine to the moment or to his caller.]

What?

[originallutece]

I wanted to check on your progress.

[She loves that he doesn't greet her. She never bothers with pleasantries either; it's so much easier when you can leap into a conversation.]

[nibs]

By interrupting me and thus preventing further progress. [Rohan rolls his eyes a little.] I can deliver it to you completed first thing in the morning.

[It will require working late into the night on it, but what is he going to do with that time? Sleep?]