第8: text

[unfollowing]

chris is gone

[And it's a testament to how close they'd gotten in Hadriel that she noticed so quickly. They shittexted and realtexted regularly, to say nothing of when she crashed with him after the demon thing. They've been through so much shit here. He'd been here longer than her. Now, of her friends from home, she's the veteran here, so to speak.

So here she is, doing her first official duty as such. Or whatever.

Goddamnit, nerdbrain.]

i know he had a lot of friends here. i'm sorry

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[glacius]

I am so sorry. He was good to all of us. [He'd even managed to crack through Glacius' icy shell... but the alien knows that if he misses him, then Emily is probably even worse off.]

Communications via text feel inadequate. I know you do not desire my presence when hard times fall on you, but when you are ready... you know how to reach me.

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[mismanagement]

[At first Maketh doesn't know what to say. She respected Chris, had hoped the future would be kind to him. And now suddenly he's gone.]

im sorry

are you okay

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[unfollowing]

can i stop by your place in like an hour?

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[unfollowing]

not really

i'm gonna need a drink later

voice.

[bekommen]

[Nick is too upset to take the time for texting, and it's obvious from the choked way the single word she manages to scrape out of her throat sounds.]

What?

[text - private]

[mismanagement]

do you want to come over

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[unfollowing]

[Oh right. Chris was friends with this asshole. Lucky for Nick, Emily's too sad over losing Chris to be a bitch, even to Nick, so.]

he's not in my contacts list anymore. that means he's gone

[Back to the mountain. Back to hell. Back to a place where some of their friends are probably dead.]

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[unfollowing]

yeah. i'll stop over after i go talk to glacius

[text - private]

[mismanagement]

all right

[What else is there to do but be there?]

[64th]

Fuck.

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[glacius]

[He's surprised, but--] Yes, of course. Whatever you need. Are there any preparations you would like me to make? I don't know much about making human food or drink, but if there is anything you would find particularly comforting...

[iustitiae]

thats too bad

he seemed like a nice guy

[text]

[tongueamok]

[At a complete loss for words, Carlisle opts to respond to Emily in text. This news wounds him a lot more than he'd thought it would. He's not from Chris' world, like Emily, but he did like to think of them as friends.

And as someone who rarely uses that term toward others, it pains him to hear that one such person is gone, possibly permanently. There's no telling if the Door will be fickle enough to bring him back.]

My condolences, Emily.

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[skelebro]

[That's the thing. He'd liked Chris. Genuinely liked him. Even managed to pull a bit of effort outta his reserves to make sure he was all right here and again.

Ain't surprised. He can't ever be surprised by somethin' like this. It was inevitable. People disappear. Even the people who seem like they never will. He learned that one mighty quick.]

he was a good fella.
i'm sorry.

[It's generic, and it's inadequate.

But hasn't this all but proved that it don't much matter?]

[unfollowing]

yeah

[unfollowing]

yeah, he is

[unfollowing]

thanks

[unfollowing]

he is, yeah

thanks

[skelebro]

always a chance he'll end up coming back.
yeah?

[And what the hell's he think he's doing, preaching false hope? That ain't him.

But maybe it's obvious enough that he's grasping at straws.]

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[unfollowing]

no, it's fine, i just

i could use your company for a while

[unfollowing]

[It is obvious, but it's also appreciated.]

yeah, maybe

[pellameno]

[ well shit. ]

I'm sorry, Emily. I'll miss him too.

Do you need company?

[edibles]

shit.
fuck this place.

[skelebro]

i mean, hey.
we need someone around to help program new phone apps.

[Lightening the mood or making tasteless jokes? It's up in the air.]

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[glacius]

Nothing would make me happier than to give it, then. Come whenever you would like.