TLV: IC Contact

[sixfeetofdirt]

Careful; I bite.

Comments

[sixfeetofdirt]

A 'yes' would have sufficed.

So your inability to tell Arthur that something is none of his business outweighs a promise you made to me. Understood.

[greatoldjohn]

I told him it's none of his business. I told him not to get involved. I told him you and I working together has to be none of his business.

But I can't control him. He does what he wants.

[sixfeetofdirt]

My problem isn't that you can't control him, it's that you won't control yourself.

You knew I'd used a weapon and you knew where. You could have just asked me what happened to them. 'Oh, but you lied to me about something insignificant, so I can't trust you'. Fine. I would be much less annoyed if you'd asked me and then gone groping corpses in the gutter to confirm my story, an idea which occurred even to me despite being a moron.

Go fuck yourself.

[ disconnecting 😔 ]

[greatoldjohn]

[ John just disconnects.

And then he's going to breathe in deep and breath out slow and put his communicator down and walk for a minute. ]