7 [Video; Filtered] (Two posts in two days, lol, never happening again.)

[chaserprongs]

[Filtered to Severus // Private // Unhackable]

[James, on the video screen, does not look very happy.]

Snape, we need to have a talk about what happened to Izuna and what we...talked about the other day. And about something else, too.

I don't care how we talk. PCD. In person. Doesn't matter to me.

Just make it quick.

[Filtered to Izuna //

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[Voice || Same Filter || An hour or two (or three) later]

[snarkypotions]

What do you want?

[Was that usual silky voice slightly raw? Of course not. It's just your imagination James. Though at least it's not slurred, because hell if he was going to give Potter the satisfaction of knowing that his words have reduced him to a drunken, nightmare-plagued mess. And though the words are typical Snape, they seem to be lacking in his usual bite.]

[Voice || Same Filter]

[chaserprongs]

[Merlin, this pains every fiber of his being. James struggles with what he wants to say, because quite honestly, he has no idea what he's supposed to do. Apologize for jumping to conclusions? Ask if the man is okay? The latter. The latter seems fine. That would satisfy his promise to Izuna.]

...are you okay?

[GOD, he wants to vomit.]

[Voice || Same Filter]

[snarkypotions]

[Silence for the longest time as Snape fights down his gag reflex as well.]

...I fail to see why you would or should care.

[Voice || Same Filter]

[chaserprongs]

Don't make this difficult, Snape.

[This response comes out more snappish than James intended it to be. He closes his eyes for a moment to get a grip before continuing.]

Izuna was worried. He got attacked by whatever the hell you put around your house, something that he says was meant for me.

I'm flattered, by the way.

Locked;

[visionofblood]

Ecstatic! Was it as bad as you feared it'd be?

Locked;

[chaserprongs]

He's not telling me a damn thing that I want to know and I still don't like him... but it's not fatal.

Locked;

[visionofblood]

Well, if you're still alive after swallowing that much crow, you're welcome to come over for tea and tell me how horrible it was in person?

[He leans forward and beams into the camera.]

You can see my new hair! It all grew back.

Locked;

[chaserprongs]

[James has a feeling he has just made a new friend.]

May have signed one or two crows, sorry about that, mate. ... and congratulations on the new hair, I'm glad it's not gone.