XV.

[overhard]

Now, how does one go through life without touching anything? I happen to already know my own strength, but this is a bit ludicrous. My brother has also gone completely nutters.

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[eggsup]

Missing you as well, starshine. What do you mean you can't sing?

[Filter: Syrinx | voice ]

[eggsup]

[SWEETIE, IT IS ALREADY STRANGE. Now, hear his faked New Yorker accent with a bit of an English lilt.] Like this?

[Filter: Cas | voice ]

[sing_desire]

[SHE IS NOT BRIGHT OK] I think... [apparently her voice still sounds like Castor's... with British accent] It works.

[Filter: Syrinx | voice ]

[eggsup]

Excellent. ... I should be saying 'nice' or 'fuck yeah' to sound more American. [He'll think on this. He has time.] Where and when, starshine?

[IT'S LIKE CALLING HIMSELF AN ENDEARMENT.]

[Filter: Cas | voice ]

[sing_desire]

How about tomorrow? If you're free.

[Filter: Syrinx | voice ]

[eggsup]

For you, without a doubt.

[Filter: Cas | voice ]

[sing_desire]

[she laughs...sounding just like Cas... this is mildly disturbing.]

[Filter: Syrinx | voice ]

[eggsup]

[MILDLY IS PUTTING IT LIGHTLY]

Our park after I get off work?

[Filter: Cas | voice ]

[sing_desire]

Yes, I'll wait for you there, Cas.

[Filter: Syrinx | voice ]

[eggsup]

Then I'll see you tomorrow, not-Cas. [he laughs, but not unkindly]

[Filter: Cas | voice ]

[sing_desire]

I'll be very happy to see you, real-Cas.

[Filter: Syrinx | voice ]

[eggsup]

Likewise, darling.

[Filter: Cas ]

[sing_desire]

♥