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[headjacked]

Heyyyyyyyy, kiddo, you've reached me. Me who is Rhys. Anyway, not sure why you're trying to get in contact with the king of the dweebs, but I'm sure you've got your reasons. Reasons you should probably re-examine. I'm just sayin'.

Last chance to back out.

No?

Don't say I didn't warn ya.

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[headjacked]

...I.

[ His stomach is churning again. A warning, maybe? His body knows something his brain refuses to understand, apparently.

Rhys refastens the eye anklet. Or. Tries to. Shakes shake. ]

I’ll think about it.

[phaseshifter]

Try not to strain anything while you think. D'you want a hand? Or you could just. Tie that around your wrist or your neck or something. Your ankle looks kinda sore.

[ It's a small fuss, but it's a fuss nonetheless. Just like old times! ]

[headjacked]

Other people might see it. You seriously weren’t the only person I didn’t tell.

[ Pause. ]

Should I? Just... let it hang out?

[phaseshifter]

dick joke

[phaseshifter]

Why not? There's no reason to be ashamed of it.

[ And it's more tasteful than hauling around Dumpy all the time. She's not going to bring that up again now, though. ]

There aren't even very many of us left who know what it is.

[headjacked]

Can you help me make a necklace?

[phaseshifter]

Of course I can. It's been way too long since we had a good arts and crafts session.

[ Like. Over a decade? Holy shit. ]

[headjacked]

With as much bling as we can, of course. Wo -- would he love that, or hate that?

[phaseshifter]

He'd love it. Remember those stupid gold statues in Opportunity? You must've seen the ads...

[ And those have been featuring pretty heavily in her dreams for the last few days, the memory recent enough to make her wince slightly. Eurgrhrg. ]

The glitter glue may have dried up by now, though.