Fifteenth Scale {Audio.}

[salsaconjere]

[ Talking? Who needs regular check ups to let everyone know he isn't dead? Not Jeremiah. In fact, the only reason his comm clicks on is for the fish to let out some bottled up guilt. He did beat up a human not too long ago.

So after some silence, a rustle, a sigh-- Jeremiah's voice will come on with only the slightest hint of concern.]

Hey-- human.

Comments

[hadalotofsugar]

[King should really hold grudges better. And he will, if he feels you've wronged him. But apparently Jeremiah was just worried about Haine, so he's gotta let this one slide.]

They're fine. Though next time could you try for the other side of my face? This side was the pretty one.

[salsaconjere]

Ribs, too. Humans tend to snap more than I'd like..

At the time I didn't see your face, just a mass of something I wanted to destroy. So,
..Sorry.

[hadalotofsugar]

No worries, man. Though next time maybe you should ask questions before you go beating people up.

Well-intentioned though they were.

Though that Haine guy was doing pretty fine on his own.

[salsaconjere]

[He'll smile, and his voice grows a slightly amused undertone.]

Of course. Haine can handle himself,

But the image of the fight was enough motivation for me to ignore all reasoning. For that time period, at least. Doctor treat you well?

[chopshopgoddess]

You kicked someone? [She missed something didn't she.]

[salsaconjere]

[Maybe.]

...Something of the sort, yes. Though it wasn't as friendly as you make it sound,

[chopshopgoddess]

[Oy. Her head, it hurts.]

What happened?

[salsaconjere]

I, ..beat in a human's skull. With my toes,. He's alright.

I guess the ribs count, too. He seems fine enough though, so I apparently didn't kick hard.