[Telephone: ALL]

[diredormouse]

Hmmm

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[kandescence]

[Oh it's you. That smug attitude is instantly recognizable, which means that mostly he's answering just to be contrary.]

He's one--Becker. [Cryptic enough to be totally unhelpful, which is fine because Kanda's not really wanting to be helpful.]

[diredormouse]

...

[Oh it's you. The rude, annoying one.]

I do hope that was meant to hardly be an answer, or I would be quite concerned for the workings of your mind.

[AKA your intelligence.]

[kandescence]

[As though needing to elaborate must mean that he's speaking to someone unusually dim,]

Becker. He's one of the missing.

[diredormouse]

Ah.

Thank you, then.

[He'll have to see if he can find any notes.]

[nebensonne]

[ "vincent nightray". he might be thoroughly unfamiliar, but that warm, verbose, laughing faux-politeness is something giovanni won't casually forget, either. he rolls the pad of his thumb against the phone while he listens, anticipating the question. ]

Investigating? [ well, he's yet to volunteer the finer details of his arrival to anyone in particular... but this whole occult mystery is far more interesting to talk about, isn't it. ] ... I thought I'd go for a trip to the ruins. It's good weather, after all.

Are you.

[diredormouse]

I do believe I am. It would seem the right thing to do, hm?

[He doesn't see a reason not to investigate. Something to do, and it might be helpful.]

[nebensonne]

[ the right thing to do?

... 'right' in the sense that it'd be useful, either to make connections or dismiss the possibility. but if he means morals or obligation... giovanni hadn't really thought about it. he doesn't answer, but his smile is unfailing. ]

You must like keeping busy.

Where will you go?

[diredormouse]

I suppose I do.

I was thinking of the ruins myself.

[cabalisticangel]

[She doesn't have anything to say about keeping up with other people, but she does have to comment, just personally, because...]

I'm so proud of you for introducing yourself and trying to help out, Vincent!

[Hear the love in her voice, just hear it.]

[diredormouse]

[Oh, he hears it. It makes him sick, but what else is new.

Chuckle.]

That is all I need.

[Bleh.]

[cabalisticangel]

[She doesn't catch it, of course. Instead, she just keeps beaming at him.]

I'll trust you to take care of these matters.

[prefertragedies]

...And if we refuse?

[Can you hear that smiling lilt to his voice, Vincent? He really doesn't care if you do.]

I'm under no obligation to give you any of that information.

[teacuptarget]

I would still like to help, if it is needed. I have a few notes on everyone I have spoken to, at least.

[He's been paying attention, as usual.]