[accidental text/video]

[lavenderglasses]

[the communicator is already in Saralegui's hands, still in use from the situation over in this post. behind him, the door slams open with a crack strong enough to rattle the walls, and the sound startles the blond enough that he fumbles the communicator. the text post button is hit at first, and for a moment all the network gets is a string of

Comments

voice.

[closedmarket]

... Do you need pain killers, Saralegui?

video.

[lavenderglasses]

[You get a video reply, if only so he can level the most unimpressed stare ever at you.]

...No. I'll live.

voice.

[closedmarket]

[sticking to voice, because all he really has to say is:]

Good.

voice.

[lavenderglasses]

[Aaaand back to voice.]

I appreciate your concern, but please don't worry about it.

voice.

[closedmarket]

I will not.

I simply hope for your sake that he will deign to speak again.

voice.

[lavenderglasses]

[He considers that for a moment, then:]

...I'll do something about it.

voice. /very slow. I'm sorry!

[closedmarket]

Something?

[sharper than he meant to sound.]

voice. don't worry~

[lavenderglasses]

[you can't see his frown, but there's a noticeable lack of patience in his tone.]

Yes, something. I don't see any reason to give you specifics.

voice.

[closedmarket]

It seems as though your last few plans of 'something' went very wrong.

voice.

[lavenderglasses]

And it seems as though that's none of your business.

voice.

[closedmarket]

I care about it. It seems as though that would make it very much my business.

voice.

[lavenderglasses]

It's got nothing to do with you. You have no reason to care.

voice.

[closedmarket]

No reason to care? He's always taken things too much to heart! And if it becomes your fault, then I have plenty of reason to care.

voice.

[lavenderglasses]

It has nothing to do with you. Just stay out of it.

voice.

[closedmarket]

No. I refuse to.

voice.

[lavenderglasses]

What do you even think you can do about it? Just leave it alone!