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[greatoldjohn]

[in a rather deep voice] "This is John Doe. Please leave your message. I'll get back to you as soon as I can. I may respond in text if I'm currently with Arthur. Apologies."

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[greatoldjohn]

[No. And we shouldn't waste any more time. Let's get moving, Arthur.]

He remembers his manners a moment later.

[Thank you for asking, however.]

[lestercraft]

Given the tension already winding sharp through all his limbs like lightning (and there's an off-hand thought to curse at that fucking desert snake-monster later), he doesn't pay the brusqueness any mind.

"Right." And he'll head for the stairs. Six flights is a ways to go.

[greatoldjohn]

And down they go.