[Holly Heights] Mailbox

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Is this thing on? Damn thing... why can't it have an interface I can actually- oh, there it is. This is Rita Mordio. I can't pick up my phone right now, so leave a message and I'll get back to you when I figure out how to check my messages. (beep)

[Contact modes: handwritten/text (mailbox), voicemail, SMS (text), MMS (image/text), voice/video (cell phone)]

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Rita Mordio | 14 | F
Residence: 1404

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[moonlit_star]

[Serenity looked up from her paper work at that comment, and then stood up. She went over to Rita and suddenly encased her in a hug. She stroked the back of her hair only to pull a little away and held her cheeks.] I do not consider you annoying, Rita, and more than that, your knowledge is a gift. Never be ashamed for your intelligence, I certainly never will.

I like you. I like you, with or without magic. You are an incredible young woman.

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[For one of what has to be a very small number of times in her life, Rita has no idea what to say. Serenity just keeps doing this, rolling over her concerns and insecurities with what seems to be nothing more than motherly affection, and it's as reassuring as it is terrifying. She goes still when Serenity wraps her up for a moment, before she relaxes and, tentatively, lets her own arms go around her would-be mother. She still can't keep her tone from being a little sullen, though.]

My knowledge is all I have. I sure as hell don't have a winning personality. But... [The words don't want to leave her lips, but she's not going to stop when she's come this far.] ...thank you.

[Rita trembles with the honest desire to let Serenity in warring with her deeply-ingrained need to keep everyone at arm's length, lest something happen. It takes a long moment before she can make a decision, and a tiny voice can't help but ask, are you sure? But she can't move forward with her walls up, and she promptly tells that voice to shove off before she lets her head rest against Serenity lightly.]

[moonlit_star]

I beg to differ. [Serenity whispered as she kept Rita close and stroked the back of her head. She let the girl rest on her, happy to be here for her.] I think you have a lot more to offer than just your knowledge.

There's so much I've still to learn about you, but there is more to you than just that. And I am glad I get to see it and experience that.