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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.

Comments

[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.