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[enarms]

"John Watson's phone. I'm either busy or ignoring you, in which case you'll know who you are. Leave a message."

(text | voice | video | snail mail | action | honestly whatever)

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[enarms]

I'm glad you found out the nice way. The constant stream of self-neglect tipped me off.

[ claire this is what he's salty about right now you definitely can't have nice things today ]

[nineteenfortyfive]

Is he suddenly a sore topic? I thought you'd be glad that we're getting along better than we once did. You remember that.

[enarms]

No, I am glad. Good. It's nice you're getting along.

[nineteenfortyfive]

Did it pain you to type that?

I promise, you're still my favourite.

[enarms]

Of course I am. And I always will be. I've got the means to kill off competition.

[nineteenfortyfive]

[That escalated quickly.]

Dare I ask?

[enarms]

A gun. I own a gun.

[ what's happening ]

That was a joke.

[nineteenfortyfive]

Which part?

[enarms]

The part where I'll kill off competition.

[nineteenfortyfive]

Just checking. Now I know the extent of your affections.

[A gun!!! That's new information, but she'll decline to comment on that bit.]

[enarms]

I can start shooting at potential usurpers if it'll make up for the lack of a card.

[ john...... let it die..... ]

[nineteenfortyfive]

It would make me feel special, but I'd rather you not go jail.

Knives are much more discreet.

[enarms]

A good point. I'll take it on board.

[nineteenfortyfive]

That's a good boy. You never fail to make me proud.

[enarms]

Exactly why I'm you favourite. 7:30?

[nineteenfortyfive]

7:30 if it's not likely to run into your bedtime.

[enarms]

You're worth a grouchy morning. See you later.