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[pummelgranite]

[She makes the most singularly teenage scoffing noise possible. ]

Uh huh. Fine. Are there like. Stop being on drugs places? In Maurtia Fall?

[the_caped_crusader]

You're what-- eighteen? Nineteen?-- you're old enough to know what a methadone clinic is.

[There's more crashing, and a loud yelp, not from him, obviously, in her ear.]

Anyway, the answer is yes. On Cedarbrook.

[pummelgranite]

Nineteen and I literally don't, because in the UK we- [The phone clatters to the ground. ]

Jesus. Fucking. Carl, do you kow the Methoddom clinic on Cedarbrook?

Well I dont care because you tried to stab me and now its my knife. That's how kife ownership works!

[the_caped_crusader]

[He seems incredulous, to say the least.]

Is this... is this a friend of yours??

[pummelgranite]

Huh?


Nah. Nuh uh. He's more like a fan.

[the_caped_crusader]

Of course he is, [He replies sarcastically, rather unsurprised.] I should have guessed.

[pummelgranite]

Uh huh. [ As if, in fact, he absolutely should have. ]


OK, well, thanks. Have fun with your punching. Or good luck. Or whatever.


. . . break a leg?

[the_caped_crusader]

Thanks. [He replies, dryly.]

I expect you have things handled on your end?

[pummelgranite]

Yeah, yeah. We're good.