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[riotous_head]

*Laertes is sitting in the Coffeeshop Where Everything Happens, a stack of photocopied posters on the table in front of him. to everyone who passes by, he hands a copy. the posters read:

MISSING

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[itmeans_arm]

*glances at the poster Laertes hands him* You too, huh?

[riotous_head]

*glances up at him, with what might or might not be the very first glimmer of a glare* I haven't ruled you out as a potential suspect. You might even now be constructing a plausible alibi.

[itmeans_arm]

...suspect? Are you kidding me?

[riotous_head]

*deflating, a little--at first, in the month after the last time they spoke, he was angry at whatever was keeping Ophelia from speaking to him, but he just doesn't have the energy any longer* A bit. It--it's been more than three months, actually. *not relishing saying this to Forti* Quite a bit more. More than twice that long.

[violetswithered]

*Ophelia slips up behind him, laptop bag slung over a shoulder like always. She leans over his shoulder to look at the posters, then states quietly:*

You haven't talked to Daddy lately, have you?

[riotous_head]

*looks up--she registers for a moment and then he's up and hugging her close* No--not to him, not to you--God, I've missed you--

[violetswithered]

*she hugs him back hard, though it's a little awkward with the bag* I...I needed to get away for a while. Sorry I didn't tell you. Things were just...really wierd.

[riotous_head]

*he offers to take her bag* Anything I can do to help you? Make things easier?