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Hey.

So, uh, get our fucking shit in line. You got a plan here, or, uh, are we just fucking winging it like last time? God, do you know. How fucking sad it is. That I have better organization skills than you. Seriously. It's seriously fucking sad.

Just- ugh, don't do what you did last time. I am not going to sit around for months while you take your sweet time updating me.

But you know, whatever, I'm done. I, uh, said my piece.

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If only you'd stop saying your pieces.

I can't help that, uh, I have a lot of things to say. Sometimes. About stuff.

...And. Just for the record, we are sure everything's fine between you and the band. Right?

[ right?? ]

Charles.

[ :| ]

Uh, yes, Nathan?

Charles. Everything's fine.

[Nathan is clearly the most convincing reassurer ever. With that job done, he swaps subjects. Clearly a sign everything is a-okay.]

But, uh, hey. You totally forgot about stuff. Well, uh, not you you, but the you that's still... here. There. That isn't- isn't this you. I felt you would, uh, like to know you've forgotten shit. So you can... not remember. That I told you you forgot since this isn't the same you anymore.

[NPC Charles clearly does not care about Nathan's space rambles.]

[ uhhhhh. ]

Oh.

You're talking about the, uh, space... plane. Yes?

[ charles is too busy being a neurotic wreck to waste time on the space plane. 8( ]

Yes. I am. I am pretty sure you, uh, literally forgot it exists. Maybe.

[Because you're an NPC now, Charles. You're an NPC until the distant future where you come back.]

Mmmm... Maybe.

[ this is becoming alarmingly meta. ]

[Nathan slowly crosses his arms. It's practically painstaking. He is applying extra effort to make sure it's really slow.]

Well, uh. Irving is staying with us. There. Now you know. I think you knew already but now you know, uh, again.

[ charles watches nathan's long-neglected muscles flex. i mean. nope. ]

Staying with you. In space?

No. I, uh, brought him home.

...Home.

To Mordhaus.

[ surely charles would have noticed this. ]

Yeah.

[Nathan sees no problems with this.]

[ charles kind of wants to get the klokateers on irving-search duty now. ]

Is this a permanent decision, uhh, on your part?

[ are you serious about each other, nathan. ♥ ]

[He's probably poking in all sorts of things right now, oooing and aaaing. It's Irving. oooing and aaaing at rare things is his hobby.]

Maybe. I mean, uh, Irving kinda went 'fuck my universe, this stuff is some fucking bullshit' and, uh, now he's staying with us. In our universe. Just hangin' out.

[He's serious about being FRIENDS with Irving. Just friends. Good ol pals. Bros, even.]

I guess he might want to leave. You know, even- eventually.

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