Twenty-first Scale {Audio.}

[salsaconjere]

"I'm alright."

[Unable to fully express his leave of absence into a speech leaves the fish staring at his communicator for hours. Finally, the click comes on and a calm voice mutters, "I'm alright". Not that he assumed anyone cared, to be honest. Hell he doesn't even care, but Jeremiah understands the need to explain his leave. A breath can be heard

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[chopshopgoddess]

There you are. I thought you'd poofed, too.

[salsaconjere]

I let myself go. Needed to become healthier, couldn't,..
Couldn't do that while around everyone.

[chopshopgoddess]

Yeah...I understand that.

[Does she ever.]

[salsaconjere]

[Jeremiah has to squint at his communicator to see if that was sarcasm. Hurr.]

I'm alive and well, though. Around again.

[chopshopgoddess]

Good. Glad t'have you back in business.

[salsaconjere]

[There's this soft chuckle in the background.]

Quite the shoddy business, I admit.