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[theotherright]

Cabin 127. No calls, we text like men on our disney cruise phones.

If you send Arthur a message it will be read out loud in one of a selection of friendly automated voices!

Comments

[iwearnomask]

You know Siffleur's mother?

[No, he did not think to lead with this at any point.]

[theotherright]

[ The real tragedy of texts is that Arthur's surprised pause is less obvious. To make up for that, speech-to-text does him a solid and, this one time, for the bit, respectfully transcribes his volume change. ]

YOU know Siffleur's mother?

[iwearnomask]

[The great thing about being in each other's head is that this minor tweak of font is all John needs to know exactly how Arthur sounds on the other end.]

Yes?? She's in the Tommy Bahama.

[As if that clears it up.]

How do YOU know Siffleur's mother?

[theotherright]

Long story

[ Reconsidering this... ]

Actually, scratch that short story we met in a shed dream because of some nonsense the ship had going on at the time. Are you still there? Give me 10 minutes to get there

[iwearnomask]

Yes I'm still here. I left to find another men's section.

[since he still needs clothes after all, he's just going to do it away from the woman with a fragment of a god in her head, could you imagine hanging out with someone like that-]