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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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@Mnemosyne; voice; Day 160, ~3am

[bookofnope]

Can you [static] me? Rhys? Are you [static] something's [static]be the death price. Not this. Tell me it's [static]

voice;

[headjacked]

BECKETT -- [static] have everything under control. You're [static]. We're okay.

[ Somebody has to keep their wits about them. ]

Where [ prolonged static ]

[bookofnope]

[Hearing Rhys's voice is immediately comforting, though perhaps not entirely for the reasons Rhys might think. Rhys - brave and sweet and an absolute trainwreck, nothing like the company Beckett normally keeps. There's a conclusion there.]

[static]ossibly have imagined you.

[It's probably meant as a wry comment. But the chuckle that goes with it has a brittle sound that, if this wasn't Beckett, could quite possibly be edging on the hysterical.]

I'm at the chapel. And I'd lik[static] soon as possible. The irony's painful.

[headjacked]

[static] unique.

[ Rhys catches that weird little rattle, and is half-convinced he imagined it. Only half. ]

Might be [static] meet up. Yo[static]ay on your own??

[bookofnope]

Take it [static] compliment. [And that's perfectly honest. He likes unique.]

It's just me. It would like me to think it's always been - [Oh no, don't do that.] I'll [static]tay the night. But I am leaving as soon as the doors open. Where [static] headed?