In Which a Roomate is Lost

[alleywayhack]

[Voice | English]

'Ey, any a ya seen a lanky pale artfag lost in the city? Haven't seen 'em in a few days. [More like a week or so. What is time.]

If he's become monster chow I'd like t'know. Jus' so when he comes back I can mock 'em relentlessly fer gettin'  chewed on in the first place.

[Plus he doesn't see why Conrad wouldn't come back to his

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[wishsrequiem]

Check for his frequency, obviously.

[alleywayhack]

I didn't know that, obviously.

[wishsrequiem]

Well now you know.

[alleywayhack]

Hn.

So if his frequency thing is gone or whatever that means he's been packaged an' shipped back?

[voice]

[anathemize]

Do you have any pills...heart medicine?

[voice]

[alleywayhack]

Eh... not sure, grabbed a whole buncha stuff from the hospital. Hafta check.

What's wrong with yer heart, mate?

[voice]

[anathemize]

Alright.

It's...failing. I think.

[voice]

[alleywayhack]

Eh... y'might wanna talk t'the "doctors" 'ere. I ain't got the stuff t'fix that. Pills won't fix it either.

If that's the case ya'd need a new one. Not sure if they got any on hand, pretty sure that ain't somethin' the Scientists stock fer em.

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[guncarrying]

So a make-shift clinic, basically.

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[alleywayhack]

Now you're just using fancy words.

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[guncarrying]

Just trying to get a little clarification.

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[alleywayhack]

And you clarified all on your own. But if you want a yes or no from me, yes, yes a clinic. Sorta.