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[Anyone who's talked to Krieg at any length might have a fairly good idea as to why the message comes out the way it does. For anyone else, it has the look of someone who more or less bashed their head against a keyboard, an assessment that would not be far from the truth.]

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[Someone's apparently forgotten how to make emojis, much to his chagrin.]

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[cashlin]

Good man. No skin pizza.

[Krieg is... weirdly excited about this but okay.]

Third spire. [She figures it's easier if she tells him where to go: she's not sure if she can get a location articulated clearly out of him.] Call me when you're around and I'll bring the stuff down to you. Deal?

video; --> action?

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[Thiiiirrrrd spiiiiiire all right. He's not mathematically talented by any means, but he can figure that much out. Counting to three isn't really math, it's Sesame Street, and besides, he's pretty sure he lives in one of the Spires too.]

IN TWO TICKS, M'LADY!

[He does indeed shamble on over to the third spire obligingly, and yelps into his device once he approaches the approximate destination.]

Are we there yet?

action!!!

[cashlin]

[Welp. That's loud enough that she can hear it from the outside almost as clearly as she can from her phone. Lilith doesn't respond over the phone, but she does stuff a cloth bag full of dried meat and make her way down the couple flights between her apartment and her, apparently hungry, new friend.

She's outside with the whole in only a couple minutes. She's also... more than a foot shorter than Krieg, and has to strain a little to look up at him.]

Hiya, stranger. Good to see you in the flesh. [Lilith holds up her bag.] Order up?

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Fllllllllesh!

[So, basically an enthusiastic "hello friend!" He's used to stooping a little bit to look at almost everyone, especially Salvador, with the notable exception of Brick.

He can smell the meat from here. And it smells good. He reaches to accept the bag eagerly, his visible eye widening.]

You're the best firebird on the house!

[cashlin]

[She'll take the Psycho-speak greeting: the sentiment comes through even if the words are jumbled.

Lilith hands the food over with very little hesitation. Funny, to be this casually sharing food with a guy she'd have shot on sight otherwise.]

One of my neighbors left, and he did a lot of hunting. It's all yours, and there's more where that came from if you want it.

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You'd share the raw staple?

[Lilith. Man. You are the best. He really did mean it, because - because man. He's just really missed good meat.

In fact, why even wait? He wrenches off his mask - the face beneath is alarmingly ordinary - and tears off a strip of jerky to start wolfing it down.]

[cashlin]

[Alarming is right. She'd almost expected a skag-like mouth or some kind of trunk under there.]

You seem like an all right guy, all things considered. Come get me if you need a hand with anything not meat-related too, okay?

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Mmmmutual!

[He tosses her an enthusiastic thumbs-up.]