duel 5. ( anon text. )

[puzzlingly]

You know what fucking sucks?
The Speakeasy
The owner is never around.
Just Who Does SHE Think She Is?!?!?!
She can't do shit right around here.
WE HAVE NEEDS!
HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO STAND THIS HEAT WITHOUT MY BOOZE?!

「Hey, hey, Rey's friends... yeah, he's calling you out, come defend your friend, come show you care about her! He needs you... She needs you. Please.
The clock is ticking.

Yep, this is ruse. It WAS HARD, OK?! He feels terrible. It had to be done.」

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[tongueamok]

I never said I wasn't up to the task.

[Guilt, amends, or otherwise, that remark does come out a bit sharp; he seems to realize it and looks downward, a hair embarrassed by his own fervor, especially toward someone who, despite his unconventional methods, seems genuine in his sentiment.]

I will see what I can do. It is my duty in service to the Camisou to tend to those who would need me, but I cannot promise it will help. That is the nature of such self-afflicted wounds.

[puzzlingly]

「The Camisou? He would love to stay and chat but look at that, it is time to duel! for him to take his leave.」

Whatever you choose to do, Carlisle, I wish you luck. Just be prepared and... keep an open mind.

「He means it, the luck part anyway.」

If you need anything, call me.

[tongueamok]

[Carlisle stands to politely see Atem out, as a good host should do.]

Of course.

[He won't, as calling anyone for help is just not Carlisle's way -- frankly, he's lucky to be able to use the communicators as it is -- bu the appreciates the offer nonetheless.]