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[abidan]

... I think I need a hammer.

[ Emery's expression is bright, a little wild-eyed, and that's definitely more a question than it is a statement. He disappears out of the shot for a moment, during which the creak of warping plastic can be heard, before popping back seconds later with his lips pressed together in contrition.

There's a pause. ]

Or maybe a saw?

[ Because this is what you get, Emery, when you cut corners on electrics. This is also what you get when you set up your microwave by the stove. The Welsh lilt to his inflection is hardens and quickens when he's twitchy—it's usually unnoticable, what with having spent his teenage years living in London, but right now?

Well. He may as well be back in Aberystwyth. ]

If anyone has one—or both, actually—and you wouldn't mind letting me borrow them, that'd be great. Really great.

[ A guilty smile touches his mouth. ]

Thanks in advance!

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[comparative_insanity]

[Stop. Blink. Stare and try to process. Pause for heart to sink down to the soles of his shoes and jump a little bit with excitement at the same time.]

Emery? Fuck me with something hard and bearded, it's you! Shit, what are you- Well, I know what you're doing on the network. You've got those numbers too, shit. [A beat.] What are you doing?

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[abidan]

Oh — hello Fay.

[ Emery perks up a little and smiles warmly. ]

The numbers. I'm ... still trying to make sense of all that, but I'm actually a bit busy right now.

[ He glances back towards the destructo-zone (read: a warped and melted microwave with his dinner inside it. His dinner). ]

I'm cooking.

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[comparative_insanity]

[There is another beat for him to just... take in what has been said, and what's been shown, and he just.., he's got nothing, Emery.]

You know, sweetiepie, I would never've thought I'd say this, but you're an even worse cook than me. What the hot Hades did you go and put in that oven?

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[abidan]

Nothing!

[ Which he realises makes no sense since he did just say he was cooking. Curse his defensive reflex. ]

I mean, I was only trying to heat up a tin of custard. Leaving the stove on didn't help, mind you ...

[ He wrinkles his nose just a touch. ]

Everything's kind of melted together.

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[comparative_insanity]

[Flatly:]

A tin?

[He doesn't know how to deal with actually having more life skills in this area than anyone, okay?]

Emery, sugar, have I told you lately how much I love you?

video;

[abidan]

On Saturday you said loved me because I took us out for lunch.

[ Have a chuckle. ]

Should I be worried?

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[comparative_insanity]

I have a lotta love to give, Emery. [He grins, can't really help it.]

And if it's all the same to you, I think I'm fine with you continuing to buy be dinner. Also, a hammer and a saw? I think what you need... is a new microwave. Unless you wanna make some kind of exhibit of the old one.

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[abidan]

Having all three isn't an option?

[ But he just rolls his eyes, amused. ]

Come on — you know I'm not that kind of an artist. Actually, I'm not sure I'm really any kind of an artist.

video;

[comparative_insanity]

Honey, sometimes you've just got to make the right choice.

[He titters, smiling brightly.]

And yes, thank Jesus Christ our savior for that. I'm not sure I could trust you with that kind of art. Besides, I like playing with your stuff. [A beat.] Well, I'm sure I could have put that more awkwardly somehow.

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[abidan]

Knowing you? You probably could've done.

[ But Emery just shakes his head. Fay just wouldn't be fay without his never-ending innuendos! ]

—Which I mean in the nicest possible way.

[text | phone]

[elfstoned]

I have both, but I'm not sure how helpful they'll be. What happened?

[text | phone]

[abidan]

I destroyed my dinner a bit. Need to get it out of the microwave.

[text | phone]

[elfstoned]

I'm afraid the saw will be too big. You're welcome to the hammer though.

Hello, by the way. You've figured all this out fast. Very impressive.

[text | phone]

[abidan]

I'm a fast learner. That, and people have been giving pretty good demonstrations on how to get it wrong.

Why do you have a giant saw?

[text | phone]

[elfstoned]

You're unfazed by the fact that you've connected to some sort of secret network only accessible through a number in your brain?

[text | phone]

[abidan]

Of course I am, but puzzling it out on here seems like a bit of a bad idea. Anyone could be watching.

[text --> video | phone]

[elfstoned]

A fair point.

It can be made private, though, if I type in your number --

[VIDEO | PRIVATE TO EMERY]

-- like so. Hello, Emery.

[Text]

[shiromadoushi]

What did you do?

[text → video | phone]

[abidan]

Just a sec. I'll feel rude if I don't show my face too.

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[ → VIDEO ]

[ → PRIVATE TO AARON ]

I reckon you've put a bit more thought into this than me. [ But his smile holds a touch of enigma nonetheless. This privacy setting lark changes the game just a bit. ] Hello to you too, by the way.

[text | phone]

[abidan]

I made a bit of a mistake in the kitchen. There was almost a fire.

[text | phone]

[shiromadoushi]

Somehow I don't think a saw will help something like that...

[text | phone]

[abidan]

But now that the oven door melted and I need to find a way to open it again. Saws are good for that.

[text | phone]

[shiromadoushi]

You don't have anything to just pry it open? There should be a crack. Just wedge a knife in there.

[text | phone]

[abidan]

... I really should start thinking before I do things, shouldn't I.

[text | phone]

[shiromadoushi]

Quite likely! But that's never stopped anyone before~