IC Contact Post [Hadriel]

[mismanagement]

This is Maketh Tua. State your business.

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[mismanagement]

It's not something I wish to discuss.

[And it's better if she buries it completely. It's no one's issue but her own. Maketh prefers her personal failings to stay out of sight. She taps her nails against the rim of the mug.]

Here. I added sugar.

[whistlewhilstyouwork]

Thank you very much.

[He takes it in both hands, enjoying the warmth against his palms]

Shall we continue our earlier discussion then? Since it seems like you aren't all too eager to chit chat.

[Whistler says it in his usual, easygoing manner, shuffling in the direction of the couch]

Please, make yourself at home [He adds as an after thought]

[mismanagement]

Yes. That would be best.

[Maketh takes a seat, sipping her coffee.]

[whistlewhilstyouwork]

[Whistler shuffles to what has become his favorite spot, in a chair he's now overloaded with pillows]

I was just thinking I might have more skills that can help you than just the knack for building stuff, you know?

[mismanagement]

[Maketh lowers her mug, watching him.] Such as?

[whistlewhilstyouwork]

I would call it 'monitoring' or 'observation' but I think it would be easier to just get to the point and say spying.

That was part of why Bish, you could call him my boss, approached a blind man in the first place.

[mismanagement]

[Maketh laughs just a little.]

Your boss was a clever man, then.

[No one would anticipate a man like Whistler having the talents he does.]

I would find such talents -- very useful, here.

[whistlewhilstyouwork]

[Whistler huffs a small chuckle. Bish could be called clever. Or just one of luck's favorites. But irregardless he had a good knack for things like that. Getting things done under the radar.]

I was hoping you'd say that.