[The sound of an incoming message startles him -- it's still, even after all this time here, a strange feeling -- and X glances at it, just to see who wants to talk to him, still fully intending a proper voicemail for Ilda before he answers anyone else.
Only it is Ilda. It's another selfie. It's... it's a drawn-on selfie. And... that's X.
He looks up, sees Ilda, and bursts out laughing. Really, he thinks, it was only a matter of time. Why is he even surprised? Once the laughter dies a little, he waves her over, still grinning nearly too wide for his face.]
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Only it is Ilda. It's another selfie. It's... it's a drawn-on selfie. And... that's X.
He looks up, sees Ilda, and bursts out laughing. Really, he thinks, it was only a matter of time. Why is he even surprised? Once the laughter dies a little, he waves her over, still grinning nearly too wide for his face.]