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[video/private] goldilocked January 11 2011, 10:32:48 UTC

- Jim.

[video/private] masterbaiting January 11 2011, 17:38:33 UTC

[His face doesn't hold anything other than the mild surprise one gets when they've been dialed as a wrong number.]

Oh, wrong person, Jack!

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[video/private] goldilocked January 12 2011, 02:58:17 UTC

[A pause.]

Ah.

[He smiles.]

I apologise, but I'll be scolding Luca, then; he's been telling fibs.

[if he makes Luca cry...oh well. he hangs up.]

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[video/private] masterbaiting January 12 2011, 03:00:59 UTC

[WOAH, HOLD UP. Jack, you're mean. Alois is forgetting to breathe, but that isn't important, comparatively, because he's trying to call back as quick as he can, white-faced.]

Jack, Jack-

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[video/private] goldilocked January 12 2011, 03:02:42 UTC

[what is not picking up the call? he'll pick it up after...maybe........an hour or so.....no like maybe fifteen minutes. enjoy your fruitless dialing.]

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[video/private] masterbaiting January 12 2011, 03:06:22 UTC

[YOU'RE GONNA MAKE THE KID PUKE. Alois has taken to sitting down on the floor, with his back pressed up against the side of the bed and his legs pulled tightly to his chest. It isn't very comfortable, but he's swallowing awkwardly, curling his toes tightly enough to cramp, and redialing way too often. He wants to pace but his thighs feel numb so he doesn't stand; he's going to tear the skin at his mouth if he keeps biting his lip.

REDIAL. REDIAL. REDIAL. Also panicking oh my god oh my god oh my god he is seriously about to get up and STORM THE HOUSE, except he's been telling himself that for five minutes now and hasn't wobbled to his feet. Wow, what is this, psychological warfare?]

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[video/private] goldilocked January 12 2011, 03:09:43 UTC

[ - and he answers, and you know what? He sounds...really, incredibly smug. Was Jack Vessalius capable of smug? Definitely.]

Yes, dear? Was there something you wanted?

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[video/private] masterbaiting January 12 2011, 03:12:35 UTC

[God damn. Alois doesn't even know what to say at first - he just stares and is a little short of breath. Then he looks like he's going to rage-

Then he doesn't.

THEN HE'S GOING TO no he doesn't, he kind of deflates, and his head falls back against the side of his mattress with a dull sound.]

Did- Did you go talk to him? Don't.

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[video/private] goldilocked January 12 2011, 03:15:58 UTC

No; I told you he was fibbing.

You, on the other hand - where are you? I need clarification.

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[video/private] masterbaiting January 12 2011, 03:18:46 UTC

I'm in my bedroom.

[He's already thinking everything from Maybe I can hide underneath the bed to But if we do this in my room and he ends up dead then how do I even hide that to Maybe I should ask him to bring me a bowl for if I actually fucking vomit.]

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[action] goldilocked January 12 2011, 03:32:49 UTC

[Not knowing that he's walking into possible grievous injury, Jack knocks on his door five minutes later and comes in without being invited.]

Dear...?

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[action] masterbaiting January 12 2011, 03:36:03 UTC

[Alois has at least moved up to sit properly on the bed, but now he's regretting it. His back is straight and his legs are crossed. It's very noble posture. His fingers contrast this by drumming agitatedly on his knees.

He looks up fleetingly, isn't sure what expression to make, and glances at the wall instead. His fingers keep moving - the acknowledgment's definitely there - but he doesn't say anything.]

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[action] goldilocked January 12 2011, 03:44:45 UTC

...relax, Alois.

[He frowns, closing and locking the door behind him.]

That is what you wish to be called, correct?

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[action] masterbaiting January 12 2011, 03:53:01 UTC

That's my name.

[It's sharp. Offended, a little. He's still looking at the wall, but it's more of a glare now.]

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[action] goldilocked January 12 2011, 04:07:36 UTC

[He sits down on the edge of the bed.]

Was it given to you?

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