TLV: IC Contact

[sixfeetofdirt]

Careful; I bite.

Comments

[sixfeetofdirt]

It's only 'weird' if it doesn't happen again next month.

What is he, anyway? This 'Yellow' creature. He seemed a little unimpressive to be the greater part of the whole you broke away from.

[greatoldjohn]

...because he isn't. He's just me without my memories.

And a few days with Arthur being a giant asshole.

[ He is not at all without sympathy for why but he's not going to mince words. ]

[sixfeetofdirt]

Ah. Well, I'd discarded the initial theory, I simply didn't have anything to replace it with.

Which one of you is he more likely to try to kill?

[greatoldjohn]

I have no idea. Arthur is dead at the moment. But I don't know if it was the Butcher or an accident or something else. When he wakes up, I'll ask.

[sixfeetofdirt]

I see.

[It seems rather pointless to ask if John is alright, in that context.]

[greatoldjohn]

I'm with Arthur. Hence the text.

Usually if it's text, it's because I'm just using his arm to text.

[sixfeetofdirt]

Is that to say you're also using his arm to text at this present moment?

[greatoldjohn]

Yes. Why?

[sixfeetofdirt]

You said 'usually' and I was curious as to whether or not this was an exception.

[greatoldjohn]

The other case is if someone's texting me. I usually just match it.

[sixfeetofdirt]

I see.

Well. Let me know if you need someone with two arms, I suppose.

[greatoldjohn]

For what?

[sixfeetofdirt]

[...]

You're right. I can't possibly imagine why anyone has a full set of functional limbs; I take it back.

[greatoldjohn]

...Astarion, I know how great it would be to have your help on just about anything. But I wanted to know if you had any concerns.

[sixfeetofdirt]

If I had, I've had ample opportunity to voice them. I don't.

[greatoldjohn]

Okay.

I'll see you soon, hopefully.