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"Beep beep, you've reached the Thiioniic, whether you wanted to or not. I am either dead or buthy, probably the former knowing my luck, but feel free to leave a methage at the tone and maybe I'll remember to look over my voicemail."

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[Wrapped in shining paper with iridescent ribbons, the package is both unassuming and suspiciously neat considering the wear and tear creeping in around the edges of Verdance Bluffs. Folded inside a small gold envelope is a type written note:]

AGAIN I SIN AND AGAIN
FORGIVENESS I'VE ASKED IN CYCLES
FOR THE LIE AT THE ALTAR
AND THE LIE AT THE QUARTER

[Inside, Psiioniic will find... nothing. At least, that's what it will look like at first. Upon closer inspection, the paper lining the inside of the box can be peeled away... and written on the inside is reams and reams of the same words, written over and over again in Psii's own hand. Or at least a perfect forgery.]

YOU'RE CRAZY. INSANE. YOU KNOW IT, DON'T YOU? IT'S CLOSING IN. YOU'RE FEELING IT, NOW. FASTER AND FASTER AND FASTER YOUR PULSE GOES FASTER AND FASTER AND FASTER. THE WALLS ARE CLOSING IN. THE WALLS ARE CLOSING IN. INSANITY IS CLOSING WALLS. THE CLOSING WALLS ARE IN. FASTER. BROKEN. BROKEN. BROKEN. BROKEN. BROKEN. BROKEN. BROKEN. BROKEN. BROKEN.

[It goes on like that for reams and reams.]

Well, I hope you remember to check your voicemail. Anyway, uh, I just wanted to say sorry. For what I said the other day. I appreciate you coming to get me, I just kinda freaked out.

[Oh. This is a surprise. He's actually getting an apology. It's not something Psii's particularly been expecting, but... at least it is nice to get.]

TJ thaid she wath- ith important to you. Wathn't expecting you to automatically call me a liar kind of important, but I get it.

[If Psii listens closely, he can hear the wince on the other end of the line.]

Yyyeah, I can't really defend any of it. I just didn't want it to be true, you know? Other than TJ, people from my world don't really show up here. Especially not family. And I was totally okay with that.

I... don't really know what to tell you here.

They want to make our liveth mitherable. Eventually, the wortht thing you don't want to happen... doeth.

I know, it was dumb. I guess I wanted to keep believing that after a year and a half, maybe everyone else was safe.

[He's silent for a bit, then...]

Anyway, I should probably check up on her again. I just wanted to let you know I didn't mean what I said.

Can you tell your thister not to view me like I'm going to eat her while you're at it? That'd be great.

Hey, it's not her fault! I told you, trolls don't exist where we're from. If I hadn't spent half of my first ten minutes here trying to climb back out of The Condesce's hair, I'd probably react the same way.

I'll talk to her. She's a little calmer now; maybe she'll listen.

Edited 2015-03-07 01:38 (UTC)

Good... I want to be able to vithit you two without having to worry if I'm traumatizing thomeone.

If you guyth need anything, give me a call.

Will do. See you around. Psii.

Psii, Psii, we have to go to Amal's right now! Come get me!

[!?]

What!? What happened!? I'm coming over right now!

His cat's in trouble! We have to go help!

[Oh bulgefucking sake, it's a cat thing]

[The panic leeches away, leaving exasperation in its wake, but Psii's... still coming. He knows what will happen if he doesn't, after all.]

Alright, alright... What kind of trouble?

I'm not sure, but I think she's really sick and he doesn't know what to do to help her!

[Yeaaaaah not helping Di with this would. Not be a good idea. At all.]

Well, I'm almotht there, tho hold onto your nook and don't panic alright?

Okay, okay, I'm waiting outside the hive!

[She is panicking, whoops.]

[And in just a moment, there he is, looking down at her with a shake of his head.]

Alright, give me your hand.

['Give me your hand' apparently means 'wrap your arms around my neck and cling to me' because that's what Di proceeds to do.]

Please hurry!

Urk-!

[Flailing a bit, he gets his balance back.]

Jeez, okay, okay! We're going!

Thank you, Psii.

[She knows kitties aren't life and death business to him the way they are to her, so she does appreciate it that he's doing this for her anyway.]

Yeah, yeah...

[He pinches her side as he flies, huffing.]

You owe me.

[She wriggles away from his fingers, not letting go.]

Hah, you'll be paying me back for that message you left for perigees, mister. [Not that she won't do him any favours he might ask for, and he knows it.]

Rude ath hell. I thought I wath doing you a favor!

[Probably? He can only assume he... probably maybe had good reason for the shit he left behind.]

Mm. You were. But...

[She noses at his neck - mid-flight is probably not a good place for that, Di!]

Next time you have something like that to tell me, tell me in purrson.

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