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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.
Last chance to back out.
No?
Don't say I didn't warn ya.
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Date: 2017-10-29 12:10 am (UTC)[ 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.
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Date: 2017-10-29 12:16 am (UTC)[ It's a small fuss, but it's a fuss nonetheless. Just like old times! ]
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Date: 2017-10-29 09:30 pm (UTC)[ Pause. ]
Should I? Just... let it hang out?
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Date: 2017-10-29 09:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-10-29 09:37 pm (UTC)[ 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.
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Date: 2017-10-29 09:42 pm (UTC)Can you help me make a necklace?
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Date: 2017-10-29 09:45 pm (UTC)[ Like. Over a decade? Holy shit. ]
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Date: 2017-10-30 04:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-10-30 10:05 am (UTC)[ 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.