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[aim] crefollet
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Thanks!

You can all go back to that miserable, decrepit old world if you want to, but I'm not.

I don't care if--

[but at the faint sound of a man in the distant background saying carl, lights off, no more phone, he snaps it off immediately.]

[there's a small grunt of pain (or, rather, annoyance, for it's far from the worst he's felt) -- it's the first time he's touched the communicator in over a month, and it's been sending out shocks for some time now from its spot on his shelf. He doesn't bother yelling at it this time like he might have in the past, though.]It wasn't quite summer ( Read more... )

[he hadn't intended to record anything yet, but a fang hits a button by mistake as he takes the communicator in his teeth while his one hand twists the doorknob ( Read more... )