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[charbroil]

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timetopaythepiper

[charbroil]

Starting Here

A fit little body and a hunger that includes me. One or both. You?

[timetopaythepiper]

Someone who can give me a challenge.

[charbroil]

Mentally or physically?

[timetopaythepiper]

Either would do.

[catchacold]

Stop flirting.

[charbroil]

So it's working.

[ A picture of his taut stomach above the waistline of his pants, and the picture of a thumb hooking those pants down to the point his hair from his navel down is all the more visible. ]

[catchacold]

You don't seem to know what 'stop' means.

Also, you're so thirsty. Think that's what the kids say these days.

[charbroil]

I know what "stop" means. But I also know you're a liar. I'm a spring. You wanna drink or not?

[catchacold]

I'm already drinking. I was trying to focus, but you shot that.

Where are you even?

[charbroil]

The easiest place. Fight me.

[catchacold]

Give me incentive and I'll go looking.

[catchacold]

I've no idea what you're doing, but it has to be a waste of time.

[charbroil]

What if I say it's a monument to you?

[catchacold]

So it's a monumental waste of time. Good to know.

Very flattering.

[charbroil]

What would make it worth it?

[catchacold]

There could actually be something in it for me.

[charbroil]

What do you want?

[catchacold]

You.

Also, a crown. I've always wanted a crown, there just aren't a lot of opportunities to steal proper crowns.

So, you.

Shouldn't be getting texts from this number

[icejacking]

Mick

Dammit, answer your phone.

[Someone is alive and well, and doesn't realize whats happened or how long he's been gone in Mick's timeline.]

[charbroil]

[ It's not real, he thinks, so he stops his thumb from hitting the 'call' button. Still, he taps in a response and sends it to a number long gone.. ]

I'm here. What's up?

don't ask me how this is working idk interdimensional/across time texting feck it

[icejacking]

Took you long enough.

Where are you? You were supposed to be back an hour ago.

[charbroil]

[ It takes him a moment, then: ]

Sorry, Boss. ETA 15 min. You ok?

[icejacking]

I'm fine. Just pissed and wet.

[And not dead, like he's supposed to be.]

Do you remember the pick up?

[charbroil]

How?

It's the crane parked on 4th and 8th, right?

[icejacking]

It's called rain, Mick.

Where is your head? The docks.

The crane was a few weeks back.

Carrier. Half a snowflake. 5563.

[He's sort of just shaking his head at the phone. Is Mick somewhere getting drunk when he's supposed to be his pick up? The details are vague on purpose, but Mick should recognize them.]