[ For some time the feed only picks up
this image being held up by the slender fingers of Elena Fisher. After a few moments longer, the blond pulls the image back from the camera's recording and sighs softly to herself, pushing a stand of hair from her face as she does. Her brows are furrowed into a deep frown and she doesn't appear to be all that
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Not that I know of. We've had a few man-to-man talks, or whatever. Generally I don't make it a habit of interferin' with other folks' problems.
But, if you're that worried about 'im...I'll make an exception. [ONCE.]
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Generally, huh...
[ She does offer a bit of a brief smile to him. How ever so sweet of you to offer to look for him then, Dante. ♥ ]
Aren't you just a doll?
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Yeah, yeah, don't mention it.
...ever.
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[ She's planning to do that herself if he doesn't come home tonight, anyway. ]
Just if you happen to see him somewhere, kick his ass into coming home? Or at least giving me a call?
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But don't worry, I'll let ya know if or when I find 'im. And kicking his ass I got covered.
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[ It's not written all over her face, shut up. ]
Thanks. I'm sure he's deserved it for one thing or another, anyway.
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Fine. Just...sit tight a few minutes. I'll come pick ya up and we'll go hunt the jackass down.
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[ She swallows a lump and looks away from the device, having just received some less than... happy... news about his whereabouts.
Her voices goes soft, barely audible even, though pained. ]
...I'm being told he's with someone, anyway.
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[He abruptly looks up and back at the phone from gathering coat, guns and sword, just to be on the safe side.]
--wait...what?
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[ Staring into her lap, she shrugs gently for the camera feed. ]
He's okay, so. That's all that matters.
[ Right? Right. ]
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Are you?
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Of course.
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Now why don't I believe that, babe?
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