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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]

[ John will wait until she's at least taken the sandwich before asking- ]

How are you feeling?

[citizendetective]

[She considers the question as she chews and swallows, tilting her head.]

Not more headache. And no more desire to explore every inch of that creepy abandoned city.

[crab_rangoon]

[Pagan leans against the doorway to the kitchen, watching the two.]

Well, that's an improvement. On both fronts.

[greatoldjohn]

Thank fucking Christ.

Good, I'm glad to hear it.

[ He floats into view of Pagan. ]

I should let you both rest.

[citizendetective]

Oh, you can stay!

[Misty says, predictably.]

Come on, hang out with us. Do you want a sandwich?

[crab_rangoon]

[Pagan gives her a Look.]

Misty, that's a cue that he wants to leave. And I'm more than happy to let him take it. Come back eventually, though, John. Hopefully in a less dire situation.

[greatoldjohn]

[ He pauses. ]

I... don't mind either way, actually.

[ He looks to Misty. ]

But I was an unexpected guest. And I've been here for a while.

Thank you, Pagan.

[citizendetective]

Okay, well.

[She looks between the two of them, not sure where she wants her gaze to settle.]

We'll have to do dinner sometime! All four-- no, five of us.