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[black_jacquel]

Mr. Jacquel has not been paying a great deal of attention to the world at large in recent months, or at least not to the world as it connects to DF. He has, instead, kept himself to his work and life as usual. After all, he is much more comfortable that way, filling a necessary occupation for however long it remains necessary to the humans around

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[homo_lettuce]

Hello, brother.

T: Pls don't die. I'd be very sad if you did.

[black_jacquel]

Hmm? Ah. Set. *as talkative as ever, yes*

Typist: I promise not to die. Unless there's a terrible accident, in which case, I'm screwed.

[homo_lettuce]

Whoa, there. Try and tone down the excitement a little, okay? Birdy might get jealous.

T: I've been trying to get in touch with you. Whenever you get a chance, I'd like to talk, but no hurry.

[black_jacquel]

*rolls his eyes* And how have you been?

Typist: Right. I'll try to drop you an e-mail at some point this weekend or something.

[littlebrowncat]

*passing by, rubs against his legs (in cat form, of course) with a loud purr*

[black_jacquel]

*chuckles and crouches to lightly stroke here ears* Hello to you, too.

[roadkill_god]

"Anubis!" Horus grins and goes to embrace him. "How've you been?"

[black_jacquel]

Horus gets a smile and a hug in return. "Hello, Horus. I've been well. You?"

[roadkill_god]

"I'm alright. Haven't seen you in a while, busy with work?"