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[dontgiveafock]

[The audio feed kicks in to the sound of running. Wherever he's going, Joe is apparently in a rush.]

Sean!

[His voice is a mixture of fatigue and eagerness.]

Jaesus fock, little brother. You better be here still. Lemme know where you are, Seany.

[He slows his step, slowing back to a brisk walk as he continues his message.]

To the rest of ye, I'm back.

Comments

[Zandali + Translated Text]

[drinkuntilidie]

Yep, half the keep starved to death and the rest poisoned themselves when they tried cooking. What were you thinking mon?

[Audio]

[dontgiveafock]

[Joe laughs but he still sounds distracted.]

Aye, sorry about that. I figured some of ye might be able to master toast in my absence. Alas, I was wrong.

[Zandali + Translated Text]

[drinkuntilidie]

Last mon who tried that set himself on fire.

[Audio]

[dontgiveafock]

Well shite. Here's hopin' the kitchen ain't too poorly burned.

How you been, Kevas? Nothin' troublin' you I hope?

[audio]

[idkmybffjoe]

[Just like that, Sean is now dealing with the horrible prospect that this person who sounds like his brother, talks like his brother, might not be his brother.]

Aye, here. Two-Oscar-seven-nine.

[audio]

[dontgiveafock]

[It's the same fear Joe has been carrying since he first found out Sean was in the Keep.]

Be there in a flash.

[A minute or so later, Joe is standing outside Seans door. He wraps on the door with his knuckle.]

[audio]

[idkmybffjoe]

[It opens almost in the same second as the rap came. Sean is without his armor, in his dirty blue jeans and a bland tan t-shirt. The shirt is wet, freshly washed, but he doesn't seem to care.

His hand leaves the doorknob to grip the side of the door and pull it further. The look on his face is indescribable.]

Jimmy.

[commentlog]

[dontgiveafock]

Seany.

[He'a already choking up. Lips pursed, Joe takes a moment to look at his brother before slinging an arm around him and pulling him into a hug.]

Fockin' missed you.

[brynkitten]

[Have a Bryn, though she won't take much time since it seems Joe's looking for his brother.]

Joe? Are you and the others alright?

[dontgiveafock]

Bryn! Aye, m'fine. Lookin' forward to a kip but good otherwise.

The others I ain't seen yet. Tough bunch though, so I reckon they'll be okay.

How about you, lass? Sorry I was gone so long.

[brynkitten]

A kip? [Pause.] Well, I hope you're right.

[After all, she's hoping to hear both Sycora and Nieta over the network soon as well.]

I'm alright, though. I've been trying to cook what I can while you've been gone and...be more social. I guess.

[dontgiveafock]

Sleep. A kip means I'm needed to faceplant into a pillow and sleep fer a week or two.

[Joe smiles, though she can't see it.]

They'll be back. Did ya make any new friends?

text

[thii2ii22tupiid]

where the fuck have you been?

Audio

[dontgiveafock]

S'fockin nice to see you too, Sollux.

text 4 eva

[thii2ii22tupiid]

ii'm not 2ure how thii2 keep 2urviived wiithout you, next tiime you go away you 2hould leave prepackaged meal2 or 2omethiing.

talkie talkie audio 4 lyfe!

[dontgiveafock]

[Joe laughs.]

Right! I'll pack a special little lunch box fer you, just so y'don't go dyin' on me while I'm busy elsewhere.

How y'been, lad?

[text] \o/

[mutedmother]

[Wait a second. Jael knows that voice!

Joooooooooe. ;A;]

Joe? I didn't know you were here too.

[Audio] \o\

[dontgiveafock]

[Oh shite. Another one that knows him that he doesn't know.]

...Aye, that'd be me. Sorry lass, what's yer name again..?

[text]

[mutedmother]

[Jael's starting to get that sinking feeling again...]

Jael.

Sorry. I'm still getting used to this place.

[Audio]

[dontgiveafock]

[Don't worry, Jael. So is he. Joe can already feel the dread as to where this talk is going.]

Jael. That's a pretty name y'got there. Yer a new arrival then?