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[dirtdevil]

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[feytality]

[TRYING THIS AGAIN because she couldn't get a hold of him for the last couple of days and it's starting to worry her]

Um... Mr. Levi?

[dirtdevil]

[ ah, shit. this won't be a fun conversation.

...then again, no one calls him expecting a fun conversation. ]

What?

[feytality]

I, um.... I've tried to call you these last couple of days....

[...]

Did... something happen?

[dirtdevil]

[ here we go. there's a long pause while he figures out the least shitty way to word this. ]

Yeah. There was... an accident.

[ actually several accidents, but who's counting? ]

[feytality]

An... accident?

[Levi peed his pants in the middle of an event, smh]

W-What kind of accident?

[dirtdevil]

Did anything weird happen to you this week?

[feytality]

...

Why do you ask?

[dirtdevil]

Because I know we weren't the only ones who got lured somewhere.

[feytality]

.....Yeah... I got pulled into another Ceres mess, too.

[...]

Are you okay, Mr. Levi?

[dirtdevil]

I am now. But a couple of us didn't make it back out. That's why I haven't been around.

[feytality]

[Well, that's one way to crap in her cheerios. She sucks in a breath]

You mean, you...?

[dirtdevil]

Died? Yeah. Two of us did.

[ no use in beating around the bush about it at this point. ]

[feytality]

[She bites her lip, going silent]

[It's a good few seconds before she speaks up again, voice a lot softer than he's probably used to from her That's awful. I'm so sorry.

Are--- Are you okay? Are you in pain?