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[silentcrash]

WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, RED. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 018.05.30.40 *** THESPINE has joined 018.05.30.40 <thespine> Testing... <thespine> Red here. <thespine> Are you getting this?

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<nobody>

[n_ll]

absolutely nothing.
this place is headed for the country

typical monday

<thespine>

[silentcrash]

Want some company? I'm climbing the walls here.

[n_ll]

nah

[He doesn't want her to take the long walk to get there. There's the bus, sure, but...he's found that it's kind of six one, half dozen the other, considering the walk it takes to get to the bus stop to begin with.]

if you were here...
with the mood i'm in
i'd get us in trouble

[silentcrash]

Get you in trouble. What happened to me needing my rest?

[n_ll]

you're the one who offered to come here

[silentcrash]

For a drink. I know how to behave in public, lover.

[When it suits her.]

[n_ll]

i'd rather mix you one at home
where we could misbehave in privacy

[silentcrash]

Sure I'm up to it?

[Like she'd take no for an answer. Being fussed over gets boring in a hurry.]

[n_ll]

unless you've recently decided that your side is an erogenous zone
the rest of them are still fair game

[consider it your lucky day, Red.]

[silentcrash]

You would know.

[n_ll]

if i could make it my selection, i would.

[silentcrash]

We're not in Cloudbank anymore. You can select whatever you want.

[n_ll]

and yet, here i am
serving flatbread and drinks to half-baked shmucks

when i could be making love to you

[silentcrash]

Continued.