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[rudelanguage]

--en it's out loud for other people? Is there like a timer? A warning? A, a sound?

[the voice is small, feminine, kind of nasally in its dubious tone.

there's a brief beat, expectant. then, uneasily:] No, really. How do I know? Just--justjust tell me when this Hope-person can hear me so I don't jaw on like some kind of idiot asshole! I already feel dumb as shit so this doesn't help nothin'--Hey. Hello?

[...]

...I'm just talkin' to nothing, aren't I. Fuckin'--

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[rudelanguage]

[What's he bitching about now? If I grabbed he's ears he'd hate that more! Sheesh.

but to be fair, she'll not pull (though the temptation is ferocious). on purpose. can't really control reflexes, y'know!

Wheeeee, Knife thinks blandly, watching the ground approach, realizing it would've been cool to like...maybe ask and specify a location to drop off to? and not just...random avenue.

sigh.]

You could make a business out of this, y'know.

[hexcope]

So I could live out all of my carriage driver dreams, right?

[With a soft thud, they land, and Jayce gestures for her to disembark from his shoulders.]

[rudelanguage]

What carriage you drivin' that floats, huh? [she scoots to one shoulder and hops off, dusts herself off, and looks around.

...yup. still no fuckin' clue where to go. that's normal.

fuckin' SIGH.]

Alright. Go have fun with all your busywork, Long-Term. Don't explode.

[hexcope]

I guess airship pilot's a more apt comparison.

[He runs a hand through his hair to try and fix it, moving around hair product to try and get it to not look like two tiny hands made pigtails out of his locks.]

Thanks, Short-Stack. And if you feel like doing something stupid, either one: don't. Or two: call me. See you around.

[And with that, he bolts back up into the sky.]