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[lordoftheozarks]

When the ringing stops, all you'll hear is a cold voice that says one simple word, "Speak."

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[crushed_pearls]

"I'm sure you'll have no cause for regrets," Erin demurs. "Now, any standing questions? Because otherwise we'll meet as seldom as possible and ideally get everything done in a flurry after gently, gradually, buying the needed materials over time."

Beat.

"Actually I have one pertinent question for you, and I promise you the source of this question is the bit where I have no fucking eyeballs: how good is your handwriting and lettering? Someone's gotta do the signage."

[lordoftheozarks]

He huffs out a resigned sigh and shakes his head again, still in disbelief at himself. "I have excellent penmanship. I'm sure I can handle that part just fine."

Wrap?

[crushed_pearls]

"Excellent. Between you and Fever...well." Erin grins. "I promise by the end of this you'll have an appreciation for my sense of humor, great lord. And I imagine that appreciation will be extremely annoying."

Wrap!

[lordoftheozarks]

"Yes," he pouts. "And I'm sure you wouldn't have it any other way."

Now get out of his house!