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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'm holding things together for everyone.

[devoutish]

Good lad. Not shellshocked anymore?

[headjacked]

[ Oh. Rhys' relative deadpan gives way to some minor gushy pride. Barely there, really. ]

I - dunno if Dr. John would give me a completely clean bill of health, but I'm making things work.

[devoutish]

And the little robot man in your head?

[headjacked]

Still around.

[devoutish]

Still listening in?

[headjacked]

Always assume yes unless I tell you otherwise.

[devoutish]

Talking right now? Has he got commentary?

[headjacked]

- - I'm making a point to avoid translating complete bullshit.

[ "Oh, wow! Wow!! What's gotten into you, princess?"

Said in a jovial, yet serious business tone. He's. He's worried. ]

[devoutish]

Still doesn't like me much, does he?

[headjacked]

[ "Y'think I don't notice? The way you act like we're not buddies whenever the hairy bandit shows up? Talk about two-faced, kiddo. I know the real you."

A delayed reaction from Rhys, then. ]

He -- uhhm. Right. I don't see that opinion changing... ever.

[devoutish]

I'll survive.

[It's said light-heartedly; Alfie doesn't care much about Jack's opinion either way.]

And you take care of yourself, kid.

[headjacked]

[ He is hoping for joking. He is matching that tone. ]

Love you too, A-Al... Alfalfie.

[devoutish]

[What. Rhys, you are such a weirdo.]

[headjacked]

[ IT WAS MEANT TO BE TONGUE IN CHEEK DUDE






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MAYBE ]

[devoutish]

[ALFALFIE THO]

[headjacked]

[ LIKE YOU WEREN'T WAITING FOR THAT ICLY ]

[devoutish]

[I MEAN YES]