[Here, City, is James. He's sitting on a couch in Lily's apartment at the MAC, watching a little silver stag run across the palm of his hand. Eventually he sets the stag down on the couch and turns his attention to the comm. Brusquely:]Lily Evans has gone home. Sort of hoped I'd never have to say that, but it's true. We were supposed to meet
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No throwing up on her carpet, though. I may have lied when I promised her I'd take care of you when she wasn't around, seeing as you're basically hopeless, but I'm just about up for defending the well-being of her floors.
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You are the best best friend ever, Pads. And I am not hopeless. Except for, er, cooking. And ...general housecleaning-y things. You know.
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I'm really sorry about that.
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