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[ghostlocked]

[It's late when Harlan folds and decides to go to the network for a distraction. He would vastly prefer not to do this, but, well. That's why it's called folding.]

cant sleep.
tell me stories.

[ooc: feel free to threadjack and use this as a sort of storytelling free-for-all!]

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[aroundthecoroner]

I'm not here for your dumb pissing contest.
I said my piece.
You want to come after me that's one thing.
Leave Harlan the fuck alone.

[stealyoursoul]

Don't think that I won't. And when I rip your soul out, know that you have no one to blame for it happening but yourself.
He made his bed. Now he can lie in it.
[Well, this has sufficiently done enough to put the two of them on Leo's radar. He knows where to find a pair of free meals.]

[aroundthecoroner]

[Like he said, Michael's not here for the pissing contest. But that threat, well, he can't exactly ignore it. Especially right now, without the divide between his thoughts and the monster's. Especially with all those hints Leo dropped about other people he's stolen the souls of. Soul stealing means death, right?

It happens instantly, like it's almost not a conscious decision. This one. And just like that, he's dimly aware of the presence of this other hunter, like a bright light, an angry itch he needs to scratch. Rather than riling him up further, it actually makes him calmer. More focused.

This is the kind of problem he can solve. Soon enough, at least.]