IC contact [Mask or Menace]

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"Gone fishing."

[ so don't leave messages to ruin the after fishing glow !!!

your one stop shop for not leaving him alone ]

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[ He's hardwired in to the internet he's like a walking wifi hotspot IT'S NOT THAT EASY TO TAKE THE INTERNET AWAY FROM HOUKA INUMUTA

Not that Annie phrases it as a "you can choose to go" so much as tells Houka "you're going in the future" because sometimes you make executive decisions for friends about new experiences that of course, of course can't go badly. ]

He wants to be more spontaneous, something like that's a nice experience. He's embarrassed, that's most of it, and I don't personally feel obliged to much. It might be fun.

[ Infamous last words? (Probably.) ]

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[Uhm well Annie can punch sharks in the face or something, he has the teeth she gave him still stored away for a rainy day when he's struck by inspiration. It'll be FINE.]

Embarrassed?
That's not the worst to be. You let me know if and when and I'll set it up.

[But wait.]

Will fall under the claws, as it were.

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[ If the solution is for Titan Annie, that is a shitty solution. ]

I'll check with him for his schedule.

[ Not if, just when. Well... as long as exPorting doesn't become a factor. She knows better than to rely on that not happening. ]

Never really noticed I had claws before. Good to know.

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[Hey wait no that. No. He didn't mean that

literally.

Motherfucker. Er.

Mothereater?]

Please. Freddie Lounds' hair has never smelled like apples in the almost YEAR here and before here I've had to deal with her.
Animal comparisons grab attention.
Apples are the forbidden fruit.
It's about what sells.

[bah humbug]

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[ It was a joke, Will. She doesn't take it literally either. If anything, this makes her snort, which... Houka might hear since he may or may not be on the line who knows. ]

It usually is. I just didn't think a play on that, of all things, would be much of a selling line for me.

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[Snorting is such a hot trait, though.]

Not all of them seemed too tailored. They fit, minimally. Just enough that you could see there was a glimmer of truth underneath the piles of tacky glitter.
You saw Jayden's.

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Yes... they got his height correct.

[ very minimal on anything other than his birth country past that. ]

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[Depends on if the curly hair counts as height.]

At least we know whoever they are, they can use basic units of measurement. [Round of applause for...managing such a simple thing.] Anything else I can do for you while you've got me?

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[ Maybe it does. Maybe it... doesn't.

Though sit, Will. Stay. Shake. Good boy. (None of these are Annie's thoughts.) Instead: ]

No, that's all. Thank you. Is there anything I can do for you?

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[It's okay, no one thinks Will is a good boy. If Annie did there would be some problems.

And if she did think that, he'd be good at ruining it.

Behold:]

You could tell Inumuta where the shop is and that there's always a load of free ice cream in case he wants a Round 2.
That's about it.

[NOT EVEN HANNIBAL LECTER CAN TAME THIS JERKASS]

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I'll pass that information along.

[ actually she manages to forward that message with Will's bait shop's address added in. you are welcome, everyone.

thank you, and good night. ]