Twelfth Scale {Audio.}

[salsaconjere]

[A strained voice over the comm-- someone obviously isn't used to being sociable. But being considerate fish he is, and understanding that if he doesn't regularly check in he'll wake up sputtering, Jere will try his best to be a conversationalist. Knowing the rather depressing several days of death, mayhem and destruction- Jere picks a lighter

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[sonotyourdog]

Requiem for a Dream.

[salsaconjere]

[Hey, he's half-seen this one. Yay~!]

Any reason why?

[sonotyourdog]

It depressing.

[salsaconjere]

Thought so.

[sonotyourdog]

Why do you say that?

[salsaconjere]

Nothing. Just a guess.

[sonotyourdog]

You're just laughing at what I enjoy, aren't you?

[salsaconjere]

No,
I'm just glad I was able to predict something about you.

[sonotyourdog]

There's nothing much to predict with me.

[salsaconjere]

[Trails off with an 'Uhuh'. Right-o, Haine.]

[sonotyourdog]

[STFU fish.]

Have you found a movie for your liking yet?

[salsaconjere]

[NO U]

Not yet.

[sonotyourdog]

Don't stay too long watching movies, your books might start to miss you.

[salsaconjere]

[ !!! ]

Books--! They do no such thing.

[sonotyourdog]

[He's laughing. Give him a bit.]

...Of course not.

[salsaconjere]

[He spent a few moments during that laughter to peer over at his books. Just making sure, alright? You can never be too careful on this boat.]

They're not people.