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[reargunner]

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Leave a message if you want. I'll get back to you when I pick my comm up.

Or I won't.

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[artistinexile]

Good day, Cain.

My name is Thrawn. I work alongside you on custodial duty. If you are interested, I have a one-day experiment for us. Should it succeed, it may reduce your workload there, in half the time. It may also - and this could be either a warning or an additional incentive - irritate Richter Belmont.

Are you interested?

[reargunner]

What makes you think I give a shit about irritating someone I've never fucking heard of?

Do your own dirty work.

[artistinexile]

Do you understand that should you do no work, this person you have never heard of will incite a curse on you?

[reargunner]

Oh yeah you're making pissing them off sound more appealing by the second.

Won't tell you to fuck off again.

[artistinexile]

Noted.

[Click!]

[hippie_ninja]

Cain, right?

[reargunner]

[It takes a few hours for a reply to come back.]

Who's asking.

[hippie_ninja]

Jesus. I'm your temp for the month.

How long have you been here now?

[reargunner]

Not interested in getting to know you, warden. Just stay out of my way.

[hippie_ninja]

[another one of these. Goodie.]

We'll see how it goes.

[reargunner]

No. 'We' won't.

[hippie_ninja]

So you really haven't been here very long. [He said it with more sympathy than anything. Cain is in for a rude awakening.]

[reargunner]

Oh, get fucked. [The sympathy doesn't land well.]

Stop bothering me.

[hippie_ninja]

I'll check in again around the flood that's coming.

[And hopefully Cain will stay out of trouble]

[reargunner]

Don't bother. I don't need a babysitter.

[hippie_ninja]

Good. Because that's not my job.

[reargunner]

Then you won't need to 'check in'. Glad we could straighten that out.

[hippie_ninja]

We'll see how it goes. Have a good night, Cain.

[reargunner]

Whatever. You've been told where I stand. Don't expect to hear from me again.

[inthebiblicalsense]

[It's been a few days and Abel has been attempting to write out his homework that Fitz had given him, though he's definitely not gotten it sorted quite yet. He has a list, bulleted with bolded words, and yet the entire rest of the page is empty. Every draft he's started has been scrapped, stripped to the barebones and retooled only to strip it back again. Stuck in-between too clinical and too personal and probably not at all what Fitz asked for, but just a list isn't enough.

It has to be more. Which is why, after practically yelling at himself to just work on it, he saves the barebones list and calls Cain. At the very least he looks the smallest bit better than he had, sleep still difficult, but the nap had been a start to put him back on track.]

You doing anything? I wanted to check in and Alex misses you.

[reargunner]

[Cain hasn't slept much yet, save for when Abel's been with him. It goes deeper than simply being used to having the other man next to him but he'll be damned if he's going to start digging too much into that yet.

When Abel calls, Cain is immediately irritated before noticing who it is. Suffice it to say that the private communications he's received so far haven't been to his liking.]

Nah, not up to anything. [He responds lazily. Abel would recognise the background as Cain's own cabin.]

Alex misses me, does he?

[inthebiblicalsense]

Well, you're his new best friend, of course he does.

[He stretches in his chair, pushing it away from his desk with a yawn before leaning back in it, comfy enough as he uses his foot to rock it forward and back gently.]

Are you going to leave him lonely or come over?

[He pans the camera around, showing that Alex is currently, despite his small size, sprawled out in the middle of the bed and taking up most of it, his little feet twitching every once in a while as he sleeps and dreams.]

[reargunner]

Mm, looks like he's pining away.

[He sees you, Abel. Cain shakes his head and moves, the picture tilting wildly as he gets up off his bed.]

Ya skoro pridu. [His voice strains a little as he stretches.] Five minutes. Make some tea, okay?

[inthebiblicalsense]

I dont- [Abel knows he's seen his cabin, and there definitely isn't anything in it for making tea. And he's sure Cain thought he was high maintenance.]

I'll leave it unlocked then, I have to go up to the dining hall for that so it'll be more than five minutes.

[He does get up though, finding his boots because he's not going to just walk there barefoot and starts to head out.] see you in a few.

[reargunner]

[The little chuckle he lets out probably makes it more than obvious that he knew exactly what he was asking.]

Mhm. Try not to bring it back looking like dishwater, okay, solnyshko?

[He cuts the call there, gives it a couple of minutes, then pulls his boots on and heads out to the lift. Only being on the next floor has its conveniences and it only takes a few minutes from there for him to get to Abel's door.

Cain checks up and down the hallway before slipping quickly inside, shutting the door behind himself and immediately locating the cat.]