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[gavesugar]

[There's a soft rattling noise before the message starts.]

'Tis Sheila, and I am currently indisposed. Please leave thy...number? And name after the beep.

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[Audio]

[drinkthebleach]

No problem. Don't even worry 'bout it.

[Pickles means this to brush off her gratitude, but it also seems to stretch to her concerns about home.

Then it's a good thing that she can't see him when he frowns at her question. More details of the movie are coming back to him, now, and he remembers what happens to her--turning into a Deadite and all. He fumbles a bit, but doesn't want to be the one to tell her that detail, either.]

No reason. Just...I dunno. I know a lotta fucked up shit was goin' on in yer world, y'know?

Re: [Audio]

[gavesugar]

Nay, I owe thee a great many things for such kindness.

Aye...'tis odd to imagine that others might know of what art afoot within my kingdom. I hath watched others been taken by this foul curse; 'tis terrible.

[Audio]

[drinkthebleach]

...Well, yer welcome, I guess.

No kiddin'. But uhh, hey. At least you don't gotta think 'bout it no more, right?

[Audio] [I never got this notif holy crap.]

[gavesugar]

Aye.

[There's a slight grimmace as she does so, but he can't see her face.]

I doeth not.