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[jacksonian]

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[jacksonian]

[ Uh.

This is not a message he likes. Doesn't matter the source. It is very, very much not a message he likes. And so, a little dry-mouthed, he mumbles: ]

Uh - who is this?

[angelfire]

Hmm, whoever could I be. Lucifer, dear heart. You remember? You made such a sweet, plaintiff call to me before, laid it all on the line.

Well, life is unkind, and dear little Miles Naismith has grown up. What do you think that means for you?

[jacksonian]

[ No. No, no, no. This was all done. It was disposed of. There's a desperate, scared little crack in his voice when he says: ]

Nothing. You said you don't care. You said we all look the same to you regardless and that you wouldn't waste any time on me. So it doesn't mean anything for me.

[angelfire]

[ Oh, it was worth it just to hear that sound. Wonderful. ]

What can I say? I wasn't in my right mind when we last spoke. I'm pleased to report that I'm back to being myself again.

Now, sugar. You choose a place, or I will.

[jacksonian]

I -

[ He finds his hands are shaking. He clenches them to try to get them to stop - which leads to him fumbling and dropping his communicator. He bends over to pick it up, decides his chair is too far, and just conducts the rest of the conversation sitting on the floor. ]

I have...an office. In Maurtia Falls. I'm there now. You can...stop by.

[angelfire]

Good boy. I'll be right there.

[ ooc: Seeking is alright? And do you want to log this on the comm? ]

[jacksonian]

[ ooc: Yes, it's quite all right! And I'm fine for AC so it's fine in here, or on the comm is also perfectly a-ok! ]

[angelfire]

[ ooc: excellent. I'll link you when it's ready, then! ]