phaseshifter | IC Contact

Yeah, I'm fine.

[Or, at least, uninjured and that's close enough.]

I'm really sorry that I didn't have a chance to talk to you at the meeting, I guess things were just kind of hectic that day, huh?

Oh, that... um, no need to apologise! I had a lot on my mind and wasn't really much good for conversation anyway. Honestly, don't worry about it.

[ She's assuming she. Doesn't really have to go into further detail about that. ]

It's been busy for everyone recently. It's been hard to find time for anything! What with taking care of Rhys and helping Dr. Epps set up the clinic and the whole... dad thing and the sickness. Oof.

[It had been partly because of Handsome Jack that Al had called, because he had somehow missed the conclusion of what was to become of him, but the opening to ask about that is swallowed into--]

Sickness? You got sick?

[It seems everyone has been affected, nobody is safe. Worry paints his words clearly.]

Tell me.

Oh, um.

[ She'd kept very quiet about it while it was happening, not wanting to stress anyone out while they were suffering themselves. But now that it's over... ]

I lost my senses. Literally, not meaning that I went mad.

But I didn't lose them as quickly as poor Enoch! I didn't go blind until the last minute, so I was still able to function. A little. And all is well now, so don't fret!

[God, all of this was so much worse than he had thought. And through it all he had remained an insensible lump of metal, unconscious and unknowing, it tugs at his heart painfully.]

Angel...

[It must be terrifying to lose a sense like that, slowly and yet inexorably.]

How can you ask me not to fret? You're my friend, idiot, that means I get to worry about you.

I'm not asking you not to fret! I'm telling you.

[ She snickers lightly. ANGEL PLS. ]

Honestly, I was fine. Most people didn't even notice I was sick at all! I'm very good at coping with, you know. Stuff.

You shouldn't have to hide it, Angel.

[His tone is caught halfway between concern and disapproval.]

You have friends now, people who want to help you, you should try and lean on us more when you need it.

But I didn't need it! Honestly! Everyone else was feeling way worse than I was. Plus I'm not exactly fond of being fussed over.

[ It makes her feel weak and useless and like she can't take care of herself. Like Jack was right. NOT COOL. ]

That sounds like something Brother would say.

[At least concern melts into fondness there, he can't deny that he understands what it's like not to want any fussing.]

Though maybe with some more curse words thrown in.

I can be more vehement about it if you like? I hate being fussed at. It feels... it feels like crap.

[ HOLY SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIT ]

[Oh my goodness.

He can't help it, he bursts into laughter at that, the sort of helpless laughter that isn't going to stop any time soon.]

W-Wow, Angel... that's-- uh---

[HAHAHAHAHAHA.]

What! I can swear! Saving the good ones for opportune moments just m-- don't laugh at me, you butt.

[He just can't help it, he can't stop no matter what he tries. It's even funnier when she falls back on less vulgar words.]

S-Stop it, I-- I can't breathe...

[Not that he needs to, or not usually anyway.]

YOU DON'T SWEAR EITHER YOU DON'T GET TO LAUGH AT ME GEEZ YOU'RE AN ASSHO-- A JER-- DARNIT, YOU'RE AN-- I MEAN-- GOSH DARN IT TO HECK.

H-Hey! I could swear if I wanted to!

[He huffs, though it's not very convincing as it still comes through chuckles.]

I just don't want to, because I'm not that rude.

Bullpoop! I bet you never cursed in your life. You make me sound like an ad for Torgue products!

They - they have to bleep those a lot, there's a lot of bad language. You know what I'm saying.

I could, but Brother swears enough for both of us. Besides, I don't want to be that mean to anyone.

[He's the nicer Elric, gosh.]

I don't understand why you keep trying, you're way too nice for it.

Swearing doesn't have to be mean! Like - you're looking really freaking nice today.

Wait, shoot, I did it ag-- CRAP!!

[There's just the sound of laughter and then two big metal hands slow clapping.]

That was really good, Angel, you're a master swearer.

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