Oh my gods, Lazar, you canโt just— Donโt fucking jinx it.
[ A queasiness in her stomach. Astrid sets down the rest of her bread, unfinished; she hadnโt realised how allergic she was to In Case I Die instructions until just this moment, that favour settling over her shoulders like an itchy wool mantle. ]
But aye, yeah, I can do that. [โฆ] Didnโt know you and Bastien were, like, a thing.
[ Astridโs voice pitches quieter, not wanting to alert whoever else might be on the other side or draw more people to his position, wherever the fuck he is— ]
Luck. Be careful.
[ And she sits there for a little while longer, even after the line goes dead. ]
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[ A queasiness in her stomach. Astrid sets down the rest of her bread, unfinished; she hadnโt realised how allergic she was to In Case I Die instructions until just this moment, that favour settling over her shoulders like an itchy wool mantle. ]
But aye, yeah, I can do that. [โฆ] Didnโt know you and Bastien were, like, a thing.
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What? Nah - he can get it to Sybelle, I -
[ someone shouts. the crystal pings off floor, connection held open for a snarled epithet and the sound of a tussle.
heavy thumps. something striking meat. again, again.
eventually: ]
Gotta move. You're the best - I'll bring a souvenir.
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Luck. Be careful.
[ And she sits there for a little while longer, even after the line goes dead. ]