[video]

[scotch_egg]

[when he appears he looks more like an unmade bed than usual. His eyes are red rimmed and bloodshot. There's an obvious hotel room behind him and more than one empty bottle of something someone with a heart condition really shouldn't be drinking-- and it shows]

Congratulations,

You win. You've got it all. Magic, reincarnation, astral fucking projection for all I know. You don't really belong in this normal world, you're not just another bloody sheep, you're something better. Something more.

Good for you and I hope it doesn't blow up in your bloody face.

'Bye.

[and he hangs up. Or at least covers the phone with his hand which is the same thing]

Comments

[darkenedmoon]

Do not mistake my approval for an overabundance of sentimentality--we do not know each other that well. However, you have a keen mind and sense, two things of which I approve.

[That and if Yotsuyu's ever been good at making friends, she might have more of them. It at least appears that they can tolerate each other...]

You had better, or I shall come track you down. [No, she's not precisely sure how, but Yotsuyu really isn't above using the resources at hand...]

[scotch_egg]

[the text is sent much later]

for fucks sake, what is it with everyone stalking me these days? isn't there such a thing as distance anymore? i'm tired of being henpecked and smothered for my own bloody good.

leave me alone.

[darkenedmoon]

Were I stalking you, I promise it would be far more involved. And you likely would not know it.

But, as you wish.

[at least he gave her a damn text. she'll try to get in touch at some point, but it's unlikely to be soon.]

[scotch_egg]

[that just creeps him right the hell out. Enough to alert the monitor he's hooked up to and to lose his phone privileges.

Right. No more companionable talks. Everything is going to be just business from here on out. He doesn't know if it's New Yorkers or Americans or Different or what but he cannot deal with it]