FIFTY-TWO : but you're moreso...

[wristsniper]

[ACTION; in and around household]

[Olivier seems a little disgusted! It appears the children are now both drones, and she's having trouble keeping them out of the war room. Tsk. There will be bodies if this keeps up, and you can see it in her eyes as she partakes of morning coffee on the porch like an old lady.]

[OPEN phone call]Commissar Cain, I

Comments

[hideandhero]

[Oh right. It's hard to get used to the fact that Jurgen wasn't there to answer his calls.]

I can do that. Doesn't look like I'm doing anything better anyway.

[Ahaha, small polite laugh here.]

Pretend that's FRIDAY MORNING okok

[wristsniper]

It's the lull before the next battle. [W-what is that laugh.] I'll be expecting you then. Coffee or tea, Cain?

[hideandhero]

If you have some tanna tea, that would be good. If not, recaf is perfectly fine.

[wristsniper]

[Awkward...] You're not home. You'll get what Mayfield has. Coffee. Or. Tea?

[hideandhero]

I said recaf was okay if you didn't have tanna tea.

[wristsniper]

[WHAT THE HELL IS RECAF.] I have neither of those.

[hideandhero]

You just said you had recaf.

[slang for coffee deal with it]

[wristsniper]

I said I had coffee.

[hideandhero]

That's what I meant, Major General.

[wristsniper]

...Then say that.

[hideandhero]

I did say that.

[wristsniper]

You said--[HNGGGGHHH DIE.] Whatever you said, it doesn't matter.

[hideandhero]

I'll see you then either way.

[wristsniper]

Of course.

[YOU'RE GETTING COFFEE.]