♠ | 014 | Voice + Spam | backdated to port

[lastrat]

[Private to Elena]

Enjoying yourself? [But it's said in the tone of 'are you killing people in clubs, really']

[Private to Peter]

[WHY DOES HE HAVE CHILDREN, HE DID NOT SIGN UP FOR THIS.]

Stop.

[YOU KNOW WHAT.]

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[Private]

[myresponsibility]

Stop? [LIES. LIES AND SLANDER, HE KNOWS NOT OF WHICH YOU SPEAK.]

[Private]

[lastrat]

You're going to get shot. [He does not sound worried. He sounds a bit like he could say 'you fucking idiot' in the same tone of voice. Or maybe tack that on to the end anyway. Who knows.]

[Private]

[myresponsibility]

[He's very tempted to say something along the lines of like you have any room to be judging me about getting shot, but he's virtually certain joking about that wouldn't really be well received.

Also he's still pretty not okay with how that happened, so.]

I'll be fine. Most people just think I'm some guy in a Halloween costume, so they don't really take me seriously.

[Private]

[lastrat]

[Smart man. :|]

Things tend to get serious when you start throwing punches. Turn on your video. [Because he's betting you're already bruised you punk :|]

[Private]

[myresponsibility]

[Although tempted to argue, he eventually rolls his eyes and clicks on the feed. He's got a shiner starting around one eye, and definitely looks tired, but otherwise doesn't really look that worse for wear.]

See, I'm not even in the hospital. Relax, I know what I'm doing.

[Private]

[lastrat]

You showed up with a gunshot wound. [That's right, he reads backlogs on the network damn it.]

[Private]

[myresponsibility]

[Of course you do. B(]

That was an accident. And I kind of had a lot of other things on my mind than how a cop might not listen to his captain telling everyone not to shoot.

[Private]

[lastrat]

So you're easily distracted. [At this point he might just be tearing the mickey out of Peter.]

[Private]

[myresponsibility]

Hey, you'd be distracted too if it was Vesper saying "No, I'm going to stay exactly where the crazy lizard monster is headed because I've got a chance to stop him and don't care if it means I might get killed."

[Private]

[lastrat]

[....Fair enough.]

Your girlfriend's mad.

[Private]

[myresponsibility]

[He shrugs.]

She helped save the city, so. Can't be too pissed about it.

[Private]

[lastrat]

Of course she did.

[He doesn't even sound sarcastic because lol Vesper. How do they find women like this. B(]

[Private]

[myresponsibility]

[Good fucking question. B(]

I'll be fine. What've you been up to?

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[forgetyourusedtobe]

You're not my real dad, Jimmy.

[She takes this about as seriously as one would expect.]

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[lastrat]

You've no idea what a relief that is. [You brat.]

If you incite a riot of peasants with pitchforks and ruin this port, I'm going to be very cross.

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[forgetyourusedtobe]

Don't worry, I drain them just enough so they pass out. The dirtbags get a shot at living and don't really remember what happened.

And they are real dirtbags. One of 'em even had roofies in his pocket.

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[lastrat]

[...Okay that's slightly better than he anticipated.]

And I suppose they don't question puncture wounds.

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[forgetyourusedtobe]

Maybe, maybe not.

Either way, I'm just some crazy bitch to them in the morning.

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[lastrat]

I imagine you're just some crazy bitch to quite a lot of people.

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[forgetyourusedtobe]

But not to you, right?

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[lastrat]

I don't think I ought to answer that.

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[forgetyourusedtobe]

So much smarter than you look.

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[lastrat]

Are you implying I look dumb?

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[forgetyourusedtobe]

Your ears would put Dumbo to shame...

I'm just saying.

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[lastrat]

Well that's just downright cruel.