[the twenty-first] / [video]

[enigmaestro]

[His eyes are peeking betwixt ungloved fingers, wide and wild. Edward does not blink throughout the entire transmission, but his pupils are consistently darting to and fro, darting about at a hummingbird’s pace. He looks disheveled, wretched and yet glowing with some intangible, nigh-golden force.]

I can-I have tried-over these past few hours-

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[enigmaestro]

No.

Harvey, ah. Are you?

[enigmaestro]

Call it a fever.

[Awkward pause.]

Let's play a game. I'll start a sentence and you fill in the adjective. Your past week has been...?

[enigmaestro]

You must have been criminally busy.

[enigmaestro]

You ought to be careful, Dent.

[enigmaestro]

I have a connection to tr-- We might be talking about different things here.

Are you, Dent? Because I do not believe you.

[enigmaestro]

Are you implying I'd be alight?

Perhaps I should clarify; it's hard to maintain only present-tense with this in me.