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[no_afterword]

... what the --

What is this? [hissed, furiously, without really realizing the intercom is on.]

Are we supposed to live like this? Who would approve of something like this without even asking us if we had an opinion on the matter?

[a short pause followed by a long, slow hiss - and yes, that is a real hiss.]

An explanation would be greatly

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[insertbadtouchy]

...my bed is awfully lonely if you would like to help occupy it, my dear Chase.

[insertbadtouchy]

Oh, but I do need your assistance tomorrow night.

[no_afterword]

With what.

[insertbadtouchy]

It's a secret~!

[no_afterword]

Then it isn't professional and I won't be attending.

[insertbadtouchy]

Oh, it's quite professional, I guarantee you! Just not something I wish to air over the intercoms.

[no_afterword]

... ngh.

We'll see, Doctor.

[insertbadtouchy]

No, Chase.

I'll see you tomorrow.

[underzealous]

Well, I never. That's your type?

[insertbadtouchy]

Not normally, no. But you grow fond of them somehow.

[underzealous]

True...

[insertbadtouchy]

I'm rather fond of red hair, actually.

[underzealous]

Nah, redheads are no good. You should stick to dark hair.

[insertbadtouchy]

Or I could simply have both.

[underzealous]

...Oh.

Keep chasing those dreams. You'll get there some day.

[insertbadtouchy]

...

God this is so hot. I'm so lucky.