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[personajesus]

[there had been a strange sort of silence settled over 847 Goldberg the past day or so, even though the house had been uncharacteristically full; Ken was still sick, and Minato... well, he'd taken a shot of cyanide the first day and died. cooperating in this place gets you bupkis, apparently

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[bustydefense]

Are you Minato?

[personajesus]

I--

...yes. You're..?

[bustydefense]

Mia. I... I'm glad you're all right again.

[personajesus]

[he shifts a little bit and looks down at the ground. this situation is just a bit awkward.]

...where's Ken..?

[bustydefense]

[Whoops, sorry, meant for that to be over the phone]

He's in the house somewhere. He got sick... He was so worried about you.

[personajesus]

[gkjda sorry, I saw that Mia was traveling around places and just sort of assumed she was there. :'|;]

[and insert very long pause here.]

So he was sick...

[bustydefense]

[We could do that too! I don't care~]

Yes. He was... very sick.

[personajesus]

[a-ahahah, I suppose that works at this point.]

Is he alright?

[bustydefense]

... Hopefully, by now... he's back.