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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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@milkevoli, Evening 111, before lockdown

[brokethefirst]

[The only thing in this video is Dumpy, who immediately twirls away from the camera and floats away. Luna can be heard quietly fussing at him and getting him back in the shot, saying something that can't be quite understood from the tablet.

And then you get at least a part of this little cute song. In... however way Dumpy chooses to sing it. He starts his lovely warbling screams several times, but Luna does her best to hush him until his little song is over.

We tried, Rhys.]

video;

[headjacked]

[ This has got to be one of the cutiesweetest things anyone has ever done for him. His teeth ache. He spends the entire ditty with his mouth open, dead-fish style, and once it's over he shakes his head and smiles. Abubububu. ]

Thanks. Thanks a lot.

...if that sounded sarcastic in any way I'm sorry I really do just mean thanks a whole lot. Nice song, by the way.

[ He may, distantly, notice that Clayton isn't in the shot or audible, but Fuck Clayton. ]

[brokethefirst]

[Brian's here, too, but Brian's microphone shy and busy doing fuck-all with a card key on the walls somewhere else in the building, so it's okay.]

Oh, it's not a problem. He picked up on it really well!

[Said partially off-camera as she scoots over to pick the tablet back up, pulling out the pendant around her neck - a birdcage of sorts, with a crank on the bottom.]

It's a tune someone taught me a long time ago. I know it might sound a little silly, but it reminds me to keep looking for happiness, even if it feels like it's impossible to find.

Considering how difficult things have been lately, I thought it would be good for you to hear it from someone you cared about.

[headjacked]

[ Rhys looks almost teary at her explanation. Almost. He's not a great big whinebaby, after all. ]

N-nah, not silly. Adorably optimistic. I... think I did need that.

[ Dumpy hovers behind Luna, eager to remain on camera now that he's heard Rhys' voice. His next scream is low pitched and vaguely happy. ]

Buddy. Take care of that lady, okay?

[brokethefirst]

He has been. He's been very brave and a true gentleman.

[Never mind that he's a little floating robot that screams. It's still true.]

...How are you feeling? Have you been able to speak with Dr. Watson yet? [She knows Watson just prescribed an anti-seizure to someone earlier in the day, but assuming that it was for Rhys is not a jump of logic she feels she should make as a doctor.]

[headjacked]

...back to business already? Jeez, that was quick.

[ He deflates, just a little, before sturdying his shoulders once more. ]

I talked to him, h... h-he got me some medicine. So. Here's hoping that makes a big difference.

[brokethefirst]

Only for a minute, I promise. [Her smile is gentle and empathetic. No grilling with questions from her - especially not when he has a doctor already seeing him.]

I'm glad that he's taking care of you, though. Just take it one day at a time, and be gentle with yourself. If there's anything I can do to help, with you or Angel similarly, just let me know. Okay?

The weather's still blocking the access out of downtown, but Dumpy and I should be leaving as soon as it settles down. I'll try and contact one of you then so we can find a rendezvous point somewhere. He... he really seems to miss you.

In the meantime, I'll try to set up something like this every couple of days, as I can. Would that be alright?