.XIII.: tredecim regnum || voice & text ;

[undeify]

[the transmission channel opens, and it's been long enough he should be able to say something, every time he's listened to someone else say they've experienced one of these dreams it draws him back into his little world. And so he can say nothing, the only sound coming from his end being that of another man-for those familiar enough, it's

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voice.

[tellemyoureshot]

Yeah, no shit. Thanks for nothing.

voice ;

[undeify]

Well, I'm glad someone's feeling all right.

voice ;

[tellemyoureshot]

I'm getting the impression that it doesn't really fucking matter how I'm feeling.

[ Here, he pauses, as if he's quietly trying decide whether or not he has any reason to be at least semi-polite to this man, or if he'll get the information he wants with the way he's acting right now.

There's the audible shifting and rustling of clothing, followed by a frustrated sigh. Heine's never been good at being diplomatic. :| ]

You're one of those people, right?

voice ;

[undeify]

One of those people. Yes, I am.

voice ;

[tellemyoureshot]

Isn't this your sandbox, then?

voice ;

[undeify]

As much as your homeworld is yours.

[ultrafidian]

...

[tellemyoureshot]

What?

[ultrafidian]

Spreading that tactful charm of yours, I see.

[tellemyoureshot]

Should I have given him flowers?

[ultrafidian]

Somehow I see you doing that and making it worse.