the service of death, the silence in puncture, delivers the word--a one sided juncture

[justdoingmyjob]

[The device has turned on as the result of being violently sent into the nearest wall---by accident, actually, his hand just hit it but such is his luck apparently. There is a muttered curse...]

What are you doi---

[...and it's off, though obviously he couldn't wait to start questioning Arthur before he managed to switch it.]

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[adamantined]

You aren't getting mugged, are you?

[Her tone tries to be sarcastic, but as per usual with Peter, it just comes off as overly tuned in and concerned.]

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[justdoingmyjob]

[Not meant to be included in the reply--- ] Stop doing tha--

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[justdoingmyjob]

Claire. Hey.

[...pause of Ummmm.... ]

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[justdoingmyjob]

No. I'm not.

[pause as he looks around but Arthur has 'teleported' away again, as he will be doing all day so that Peter will handily not be able to absolutely ascertain he is nothing but a vision]

Getting mugged.

...is my roommate still a fox?

[No one said his segues were smooth okay...]

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[adamantined]

Hey.

[Her words are oddly spaced apart, a break between each thought as she tries to put a thumb down on what's happening.]

Oh. Uh. Well. I think so. I mean, Ginny hasn't worked it out yet, so yeah, unfortunately but -

[Because Claire hates to admit that he somehow managed to get out and that she somehow managed to let it happen. But looking will come once the entire apartment has been searched and he isn't found at the bottom of a pile of chewed sweatshirts.]

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[adamantined]

Then what are you doing?

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[adamantined]

[Somewhere on her end of the line, Claire manages to check the date and then remembers the date on several different levels.]

Peter...

[She pulls in a breath in and lets it roll over the next words to come out of her mouth.]

Where are you?

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[justdoingmyjob]

Unfortunately...[pause, distracted....] unfortunately what?

Did he get out?

[Consider these to be interjecting...]

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[justdoingmyjob]

I'm --

[The sound of a door half slamming open.]

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[justdoingmyjob]

---I'm in the apartment.

But I'm not staying.

[And under his breath... as if they're on the same page without needing a psychic link, which in fact is often enough the case...] I know what day it is. But how--

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[adamantined]

No.

[This is spoken too quickly not to be a lie, but she hopes what comes next will negate it.]

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[adamantined]

Come down a floor. [Neither a question nor a demand, though spoken like both a suggestion and a request.] This place does weird things on days like this.

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[justdoingmyjob]

[a groan, and literal palm to forehead]

He did.

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[justdoingmyjob]

[ just some dead air because dad's back but then the device seems to turn off altogether... ]

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[justdoingmyjob]

[...and back on....his voice is lowered though, as if afraid the person he doesn't want to hear him could be anywhere...mostly because he could. If he was really there, anyway.]

What if he's really here? I'm not going to lead him right to you.

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[adamantined]

I've met him before. I'm not afraid of him.

[Which is beside the point, precisely in the same manner that escaping foxes are beside the point.]

He's not here, Peter.