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[personal profile] rehandle 2026-01-18 10:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Hey. I was innocently meditating. I left the degenerates home alone.

[ There's a relief in her next answer. Permission granted, door left ajar. He may not have the best bedside manner in the house, far from it, but he still remembers a birthday party when she was four, the debrief after her first watch of the Lion King, the first time she'd turned up at his apartment building having run away from home. In reality, he doesn't know her at all. And in that same reality - it really doesn't matter. ]

I am your insurance. [ Free appointments for friends and family. ] You ready for me now, or do you need some time?

[ He'll grant it to her now he knows she's not determined to get lost. If she needs a half hour alone, or with the people who've kept up with her more recently than he has. Otherwise, he'll be on his way. ]
Edited 2026-01-18 22:32 (UTC)
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[personal profile] rehandle 2026-01-20 02:06 pm (UTC)(link)
I'll be there in ten.

[ Ten minutes not spent extricating himself from degenerates but making a detour to the clinic, feeling like arriving with first aid kit already in tow. Of course, he tears open a portal to arrive in the crypt, but not wanting to walk to places is only human. Saves asking for directions.

As he's stepping through: ]


Only me.

[ Likely a warning that should have come before the spell, but nevermind. ]