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[chocolatefetish]

I seem to have missed quite a few things around here somehow. While I work on figuring out what the fuck happened and how I missed some time or something, would someone like to fill me in on what the hell's going on?

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[nicotinic]

Boss?

[chocolatefetish]

Matt? Where the hell are you?

[nicotinic]

A nice big gate, blondie~

What about you?

[chocolatefetish]

Yeah? Which one?

I've been here for awhile. Got an apartment and everything.

[nicotinic]

Two big arse trees. Think they're fake, though.

Hey, uh. What happened to you? After those pricks were through with me, that is.

[chocolatefetish]

Want me to come get you?

Yeah... sorry about that shit. You weren't supposed to die.

[nicotinic]

Would ya mind? Not exactly sure of where I'm going.

Hey, don't get all depressed on me, boss. And hey, since when did you start apologizing~?

[chocolatefetish]

Not like I'm doing anything.

Maybe since you fucking died?

[nicotinic]

Gee, aren't you interesting.

So? Told you I'd be with you until the end. Just so happened 'the end' hurt my car a little.

[chocolatefetish]

Doesn't sound like you're that damn busy either.

Yeah, guess you were, almost.

[nicotinic]

I'm just making sure everything is in the right spot, mate. Can't have anything out of place~

Almost?

[chocolatefetish]

If you're anything like everyone else here, you're fine. No cars here, though; have to disappoint you on that. Have to take the fucking train over there; damn public transportation.

You weren't there when I died, were you?

[nicotinic]

Train? Can't be that bad. Better than fucking flying...

Sorry, mate. Was too busy having my last smoke.

[chocolatefetish]

No reason to fly here; it's just the one city.

Yeah, yeah. Didn't say I blamed you for it.

[nicotinic]

Good. Hate those things. God damn massive buggers made of metal.

You'd better not. I might kick your arse.

[chocolatefetish]

That's a new one.

You mean you'd try.