Adstringendum voice mail

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If you require my services and have tried to contact me without a response, I may be unavailable.

Please leave a message and I will get back to you as soon as I am physically able.

Romulus Hart, 1st lieutenant

Comments

[makeitmemorable.livejournal.com]

It's a pretty stupid one.

[He hefts himself to his feet.]

I'm a dumbass most of the time, but no one is a dumbass all of the time.

[dogtagcollar.livejournal.com]

I do not know if that makes sense either.

[He motions toward the edge.]

I will lift you up and then you will assist me. Understood?

[makeitmemorable.livejournal.com]

[Morgan sighs and nods at that, moving over to Rome.]

You could have just helped me out, you know. But give me a boost.

[dogtagcollar.livejournal.com]

I didn't want to overestimate your physical skill.

[He moves up next to the wall, threading his fingers together to let Morgan use his hands as a step.]

[makeitmemorable.livejournal.com]

My physical skill is just fine.

[But he uses Rome's fingers as a step, hoisting himself out of the pit.]

[dogtagcollar.livejournal.com]

You were recently injured.

[Looking up at him expectantly.]

[makeitmemorable.livejournal.com]

[And Morgan looks.

Momentarily conflicted.





Before he finally reaches down to offer him an arm.]

I'm mostly healed.

[Kind of.]

[dogtagcollar.livejournal.com]

[The corners of his mouth twitch up, and he reaches up to grab the other man's wrist, pulling himself up. He's light, and tiny enough to where it's not that big of a deal.]

[makeitmemorable.livejournal.com]

[It's really not a big deal - Morgan is lithe, but he's pretty strong.




That doesn't stop him from over-dramatically heaving and grunting as he pulls Rome up.]

[dogtagcollar.livejournal.com]

[He makes it with a little nod, glancing around.]

Give me your PCD. I will mark the rest of the pits on your map so you know where they are.

[makeitmemorable.livejournal.com]

[He passes it over.]

And what happens when a little kid falls in the pit and breaks its neck?

[dogtagcollar.livejournal.com]

[He frowns and starts programming them in.]

We dug them shallow enough not to hurt anyone. Killua said it would be okay.

[makeitmemorable.livejournal.com]

[Morgan peers over his shoulder.]

It knocked the wind outta me pretty good.

[..whining.]

[dogtagcollar.livejournal.com]

...will your backside recover?

[A little alarmed.]

[makeitmemorable.livejournal.com]

Why - you wanna kiss it better for me?

[dogtagcollar.livejournal.com]

...does that help?

[makeitmemorable.livejournal.com]

[Morgan laughs.]

No, dude.

[dogtagcollar.livejournal.com]

I didn't think so.

[:(]

[makeitmemorable.livejournal.com]

I'll avoid the rest of the pits. ... uh. Thanks. I guess. -- even though you dug them, jackass.

[dogtagcollar.livejournal.com]

There is no need to thank me.

[He glances over toward him.]

I will not tell Killua you fell in if you do not.

[makeitmemorable.livejournal.com]

[A pause.]

I'd appreciate that.

[dogtagcollar.livejournal.com]

[He nods.]

How is Bob?

[makeitmemorable.livejournal.com]

Still cute.

[.. are they making.. smalltalk? This is weird. Morgan seems a little uncomfortable.]

[dogtagcollar.livejournal.com]

Lemur is growing quite rapidly. I am unsure if it is a genuine lemur at this point.

[He slides his hands in his pockets, obliviously not picking up on the discomfort.

[makeitmemorable.livejournal.com]

Maybe you should quit - uh. Feeding it so much.