[The text comes while James is in his flat in Manchester. Again, he's seated at his desk, laptop open in front him. After the holidays, the unsettling notion within him had died down, if only somewhat. There were no more signs of crows, and while James kept an eye on the sky with a bit more vigilance when he was in Derbyshire, he had to admit that it was a relief for no other... major events to happen in the time in-between.
He looks at his phone when it buzzes, seeing that it's a message from Devon. He blinks, reading it.
And reads it again.
A minute or two passes before he decides how to respond. At first, he wants to joke. To tease. Ask if she's playing a trick on him.
And then he decides, well, that would be foolish, lest she change her mind at retract her offer.]
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He looks at his phone when it buzzes, seeing that it's a message from Devon. He blinks, reading it.
And reads it again.
A minute or two passes before he decides how to respond. At first, he wants to joke. To tease. Ask if she's playing a trick on him.
And then he decides, well, that would be foolish, lest she change her mind at retract her offer.]
Certainly.