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[inthebiblicalsense]

[In a very serious, business tone, Abel's answering machine sounds after any attempted calls that aren't responded to right away.]

You've reached Abel. I am not available at the moment, but I'll get back to you as soon as I can. If this is urgent, leave the line open.

And if this is Fitz I hope you're having a good day.

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[reargunner]

Nah, it's fine, I have it handled.

[Then he makes a soft sound, like he's lightly clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth.

He thinks for a moment.]

Aerith. You know her?

[inthebiblicalsense]

Aerith? She's a good friend. We meet up once a week in the gym while I'm working, chat for a few hours. Though I see her plenty outside of that too.

[reargunner]

Yeah. Her.

[Keep an eye out for her.]

If you can spare the time.

[inthebiblicalsense]

I can, and I will. Though you shouldn't worry about her too much, she's got magic, and I'm pretty sure that if anything happened to her, the entire Barge would revolt, but if I see her, I'll make sure she's okay.

[reargunner]

Dunno if the shit lurking around out there cares what everyone else thinks.

[And maybe he's just concerned about her! She might have magic, but what if it doesn't work?]

Thanks, though.