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[atowncalledtreffy]

No, it fucking doesn't.

Doesn't matter now, can't put that back in its bottle.

[falkeditupagain]

Well, for Blitz's sake and your own, I hope you didn't just fuck yourself Trevor. I really do.

[That demon doesn't need more fucking shit piled on.]

[atowncalledtreffy]

[so you really just came here to do an I Told You So and lecture him. Trevor is So Tired. He nods, not letting on, and moves to close the comm]

[falkeditupagain]

[It's a free country, Trevor. Apparently being mad is great justification for doing what ever you want.

But one last thing...]

I'm sorry, by the way. That you have to play by the rules. There are a lot of things asked of people here that go against their nature, and if you'd been anywhere else it would be very likely no one would have stopped you even if you'd killed him. As much as I don't agree with that, I still get it.

Take care of you, and watch a stupid horse movie with Blitz, I dropped off a shit ton of them at his place the other day.

[atowncalledtreffy]

…thanks. He loves stupid horse movies.

[falkeditupagain]

We watched The Silver Brumbly the other day and he cried? Probably good for him.

[Anyways, that's it.] Thanks for not hanging up on me since I'm sure you really weren't in the mood for more bullshit. TTYL Trevor.

[atowncalledtreffy]

Doesn't matter if I wasn't in the mood for it or not. If I need to get talked to death for what I did, that's the consequences.

Sure.



The fuck is a Silver Brumbly....

[falkeditupagain]

I bet he'd watch it again if you asked him to

[Hanna whispers before the feed shuts off, because he knows he would.]