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[tongueamok]

Hello, this is Carlisle. I mean, it's not Carlisle as in I'm actually answering you right now, so if you're trying to reply to me at the second, you should probably save your breath because I'm not really here. This is some kind of a recording of my voice, but this is my communicator. I'm going to assume these devices are as common here as they are in other places — not my world, but others, ones more technologically advanced than where I come from— so if you'd like to leave me a message, then you may do so here, or er... Right. Here is fine. So just leave yo— [beep]

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[tongueamok]

Well, you assumed he was important to me, which he is. I just thought that required some clarification.

[It didn't.]

I'd just rather not worry him by having him come all the way out here to cart me home.

[circumitus]

...It didn't.

[That isn't Rey reading bracket text, that's just Rey.]

And if he cares, he's going to worry anyway. No matter what. We're not exactly living in a sanctuary of safety.

[tongueamok]

Apparently not, with monsters and demons and vampires running amok.

[Rey does have a point, though. Even if Carlisle was in the bastion of safety, Glacius would probably find something to worry about. He knows he would.]

[circumitus]

...Vampires? Fuck, we have those here, too?

[It's the first time Rey has heard about that one, but she can't say she is all too surprised by it. Ugh. This place is just too weird.]

[tongueamok]

[Carlisle goes absolutely white -- well, whiter than he already was, given the tremors, the ink, and the fact he just looks kind of sickly anyway.]

Oh, ah. Slip of the tongue. Surely not. Not unless the false gods brought one in.

[circumitus]

Interesting slip. What, you have those in your world? For real?

[tongueamok]

Well, yes.

[He pauses.]

I... assume by that question that you don't.

[circumitus]

No.

[See that face, Carlisle? That is the face of someone who thinks you're full of shit.]

[tongueamok]

[He does see that face, and sighs.]

What? What is that look for?

[circumitus]

[Whatever it is, he doesn't trust her enough to share. Despite all his talk of obligations and debts before, why would he have any reason to? He clearly didn't know her that well before, and he hardly knows her now.

[Rather than being forthright in her answer, she just huffs.] Nothing.

[Just disappointment, son. Or something.]

[tongueamok]

[And that just frustrates him more. He coughs, his throat dry, and made drier by his irritation.]

You know, when someone says it's nothing, they generally mean it's 'something.' What, do you think I'm lying about there being vampires in my world? Why would I lie about that?