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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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afternoon 421; action;

[phaseshifter]

[ Okay, two and a bit days is enough of a time out. IT'S TIME FOR...... THE RE-SPEAKENING..........................

Or something. WHATEVER. The important thing is that Angel is approaching Rhys and actually offering eye contact and IT'S BEEN THREE THOUSAND YEARS ]

Hey. Feel like helping me out with something tomorrow?

[ PROFOUNDLY EMOTIONAL!! ]

Re: afternoon 421; action;

[headjacked]

[ It’s like every single emotion and reaction Rhys has stored tries to boot and immediately crashes. His face ends up with a concerned sort of hopeful expression in the end.

This is talking! This is words!! ]

You... want my help??

[ If only he was good at those. ]

[phaseshifter]

Mmhmm. Squalo wants to see if activating the computer in that one room opens up the coffin door across town, and I need you to just be outside while he does it so you can yell at me to shut it down if he calls you and says there's an anomaly party inside or something.

[ SO PATIENT. SO CALM. She's trying not to tax the poor overworked emotion region in Rhys' brain if at all possible.

WHICH IT'S NOT LBR ]

[headjacked]

And you're asking me because I'm... obviously... the best man for the job.

[ He says, and coughs gross plgehmy blood into his extremely abused sleeve. Not on purpose! ]

Or. Or are we just -- are we -- okay? Again? Okayish?

[phaseshifter]

Dude, of course we're okay. You know I can't stay mad for more th-- use a tissue, oh my god.

[ And by "tissue" she means "frequently washed and faded yellow rag," which is getting pulled out of her pocket and shoved at Rhys' face. GEEZ!! ]

[headjacked]

Everyone has a line, and I thought -- It'd be justified, y'know, if I'd crossed yours.

[ Like a certain someone who he won't name. Rhys does take the rag, though, and coughs again into it. Another dark spot, if they live long enough for another washing. ]

[phaseshifter]

I won't say I wasn't angry. [OBVIOUSLY.] But we all do or say dumb things now and then, and, y'know.

[ Ew. She winces a little at the HIDEOUSLY BEFOULED rag, then shrugs. ]

Life's too short?? Wow, that's macabre.

[headjacked]

Sure. Maybe that’s the difference.

[ Which would mean he hasn’t made right by Angel, not by a long shot.

But she’s Angel. Raised on a standard of care far below what she deserves. ]

I am sorry, again, for what it’s worth? If it’s not worth much that’s FINE, y’know. Fine... as in, your call.

[phaseshifter]

Dude, really, it's okay. Best friends, right? Family? It takes a lot more than one stupid comment to eff that up.

[ He seems. Very not okay. Has she overdone it with the mad thing oH GOD, ]

Um, hug? You kinda seem like you need one.

[headjacked]

It absolutely can, if it’s shitty enough,

[ Yet another hack into that nasty rag. He spits — May has well. Gotta clear things out. ]

Please don’t hug me out of pity, Ange, I promise I’m not trying to squeeze that outta you.

[phaseshifter]

It was shitty, but not that shitty. And I kinda think we've been through too much for some mild shittening to ruin it, right?

[ She'd try for a smile, but she's Worried and honestly a bad smile might be worse than no smile at all here. Bleh. ]

You really think I, Angel, don't want a hug? Are you feeling okay? Has Jack been pouring freaking poison in your ears because if he has I'm going to flip the eff out.