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sort of not here but also totally here just ignore it k

[phaseshifter]

[ MUTTERING ]

'Dadula?' Wait - 'Nosfathertu?' Seriously, I'm - I gotta - why has nobody done these before, they're freaking golden. 'Dad Tepes?'

[headjacked]

[ The Very Bluest Jack projects a single, massive hand, middle finger up in defiance as Dumpy smeeps a very confused smeep.

Rhys can feel the mask creeping along his own face and it makes him fight harder, screaming until his already hoarse voice gives way to more coughs and sputters. The burst of energy and panic is short lived and he stops struggling.

Just wheezing now, face a soaking mess. At least Beckett can't see, but he can probably hear. ]

[bookofnope]

[He's stopped. All right. Beckett can breathe again - a little, if only with the knowledge that he's gotten through to some degree and that Rhys sees his point, sees the hope in it. Not that Beckett is good with hope. But survival, yes.

He snarls at Jack's babbling, flashing fangs almost on instinct.] For God's sake shut up. I know you're jealous of what I have with Angel but this is embarrassing. [He says it without thinking. Isn't she his childe in all but the blood? So there.]

Rhys, breathe. This will pass. It's always passed.