[Aefenglom IC Inbox]

[judgementor]

"Leave a message. If it's important, I'll get back to you."

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[battlebound]

Oi.
Red Wine.

[battlebound]

I can't sleep.

[judgementor]

I'm not sleeping either.

[battlebound]

No wonder you're so grumpy in the mornings.

[ HE'S KIDDING HE KNOWS RW IS JUST A BASTARD IN THE MORNING REGARDLESS. ]

[judgementor]

Stop bothering me.

[battlebound]

[ Look it was right there and Steak is both tired and unable to resist any opportunity to shove his foot in his mouth. But telling Steak to go away has never been a particularly successful endeavour. ]

Where are you?

[judgementor]

Why do you need to know that.

[battlebound]

What the hell kind of answer is that?

[ He's asking for a location, not interrogating him for Palata's military secrets! ]

[judgementor]

It's a question.
I'm not telling you where I am. You don't need to know.

[battlebound]

You know that makes it more suspicious, right?

[judgementor]

I really don't care how it sounds to you Steak.

[battlebound]

[ He shouldn't worry. Red Wine is just being the same abrasive jerk he always is, and clearly isn't in need of Steak's help. He doesn't need to worry about him.

But there's a knot in his stomach anyway, driven by this strange city and its stranger transformations, the after-effects of his transformation spiralling out of control still a dull ache in his muscles. ]

Fine.
Don't die.

[judgementor]

A little late for that.

[battlebound]

You know what I mean!

[judgementor]

What makes you think that I care what happens to me now?

[battlebound]

[ That text probably shouldn't surprise him, given everything Red Wine has gone through here in Aefenglom, but reading it, stark and bright on his watch, is like a punch to the gut.

He sits with the words a long time, longer than any of his responses ever are, and types and deletes answer after answer. The insults don't feel right, and he doesn't know how else to speak to Red Wine. Marie spent far too long spelling out exactly what he should be saying to support Red Wine and Steak still didn't get around to saying it. ]

Because you promised to stick with me.

[ It sounds stupid as all hell written out like that, but it's the truth. Red Wine promised his Master Attendant back on Tierra, and promised those at their Bonding ceremony here. ]

If you won't care about yourself, it'll be my duty to care for you.

[ And do you really want that, Red Wine? Really? ]

[judgementor]

[And Red Wine, filthy and bloody, muscles screaming, with some nameless creature split in half at his feet, looks at the reply. The light is like a torch in the darkness of the Wilde, and he frowns at it and shakes his head silently.]

Sentimental. Concentrate on taking care of yourself first.

[battlebound]

[ But what is Steak without Red Wine really? He could take care of himself and lose Red Wine in the process. ]

Come back soon or I'll come find you. Bastard.

[judgementor]

You won't find me. Now be quiet. I need to concentrate.

[battlebound]

Well now I know you're up to no good.

[judgementor]

[The next reply takes a while to come.]

Because you've always been so forthcoming with what you get up to when you're not with me.

[battlebound]

What's that supposed to mean?!

[ Oh Steak, don't open that door. ]

[judgementor]

You know very well what I mean. Don't act stupider than you are.

[battlebound]

I had good reason for that!

[ Like the fact that Red Wine was just ignoring it and Steak wanted to make sure that bastard knew that he didn't get to mess with any of the Knights without having to deal with Steak. ]

[judgementor]

A good reason to snoop behind my back and then run off and put yourself in danger? Did you even spare a moment to think of how I might have felt about that?