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[gorobo]

Hello there! It looks like I'm currently unavailable, so please call back later, or leave a voicemail after the tone. If it is truly urgent, please message me at (XXX) - XXX - XXXX.
Thank you, and have a nice day!

You have this number, so feel free to leave a message. 

(OOC: Inbox is open for messages, calls, and general interactions. Just specify which one it is!)

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[herewardbound]

'Fine'. Yeah, sure.

He sighed. Right now, he wanted more than anything to just... be at home. Vent to Kai, or Via. Or Poppy, though she was going through her own shit.

He wanted to break something. Couldn't go into the Metaverse, not alone, definitely didn't think Falcon would appreciate being followed anyway.

Not for the first time, he wished alcohol did something for him other than give him anxiety.

Fuck it, going back home.

[gorobo]

_{[A little over a day later, a message comes through]}

Was your plan right? I'm mad at you. But we had an agreement.

Bring me a Soma.

[herewardbound]

Well he'd hoped to hear back eventually- but he'd never expected this soon.

He read the text with a frown. Ahhhh shit.

"Hey Renée... you got a Soma?"

...

The how of it wasn't important, in the end. The important bit was that he was on his way, with a small phial of silver-white fluid, and he was moving at speed.

One day. One day he'd figure out those fucking portal spells.