IC Contact/Voicemail

[preybeforemeals]

[VOICE/TEXT/VIDEO; OPEN TO ALL]
(Meridiana, you probably want this one.)

"Ah, amore, it seems I've missed you; do leave something for me and we'll see if we can rectify that, shall we?"

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[deaftly]

...No, there isn't.

[He can't even find Henry around the base. It's possible Henry ended up in the same place as Tsukiyama. There's no one here he feels even remotely close to, and the idea of losing any of the people he is close to terrifies him.]

Good. I'm glad to hear that. So don't go back on your word, okay!?

[preybeforemeals]

I won't. I can promise you that.

[It occurs to him that he doesn't know why he's bothering, and why this is going to dig at him so much if he doesn't; he can always bring any civil interactions with Banjou back around to Kaneki eventually (because what would Kaneki think if the alliance breaks here where there's not even a threat to deal with, what if he decides that it's not worth keeping, if he decides to split them up Tsukiyama's going to be the first person gone and he knows it) but Naki...

He wonders if this is what pity feels like, but he wouldn't be particularly distressed if Naki got himself killed; if anything, he believes that it would probably be a relief. Maybe he's just reacting this way because he wants Naki to stop whatever he's doing? It's a nuisance, after all, and it makes him difficult to look after - and it's smarter to keep an eye on him than it would be to leave him to do whatever he wanted.

So it's for the best to placate him; that's why he's bothering. Of course. Good job, Tsukiyama, you have clearly cracked the code.]

Don't do anything stupid in my absence.

[...He's aware that issuing a command like that is a bit like telling water to not be wet, but it's the best way to word it for the time being.]

[deaftly]

What? Oh come on, I haven't done anything stupid!

[>Forming a search party for a missing dude when he doesn't know said dude's name and can't describe him for shit
>Terrorizing people on the street in an attempt to find said dude
>Getting kicked out of the hotel for terrorizing people
>Getting horribly lost
>Finally making his way back to the Rocket base only to pick fights with the Grunts
>Other???]

[preybeforemeals]

[.............]

So how did that search party go, again?

[deaftly]

Uh, well.

[...]

I didn't get arrested!

[NAKI]

[preybeforemeals]

[SIR]

What did you do?

[deaftly]

Nothing!! I got kicked out of that hotel, but that's it!

[preybeforemeals]

You...

[...SIR...]

Harassed them that badly, did you?

[deaftly]

I guess they thought so.

[Shrug!!]

[preybeforemeals]

[siiiiiiiiiiiigh]

Well, I trust that such things won't be necessary in the future, monsieur.

[deaftly]

As long as you return my texts, yeah!

[preybeforemeals]

It's not as though I had much choice.

[deaftly]

What do you mean?

[preybeforemeals]

As I said before - I was busy.

[deaftly]

...Are you gonna tell me what you were busy with, or are you gonna keep being vague about it?

[preybeforemeals]

Another battle felt the need to crop up; those people I told you about are very persistent, it seems. Almost admirably so!

[deaftly]

Yeah? Did you guys win? Are those assholes still causing trouble?

[preybeforemeals]

Of course we won.

[...exactly how we won is another matter.]

[deaftly]

Good! Did you ever find out who those guys were?

[preybeforemeals]

They seemed to think they were making the world a better place by trying to irreparably damage the ecosystem, or something. I interrogated one of them, though it all seemed like senseless propaganda to me.

[deaftly]

So... they're fucking stupid, that's good to know I guess.

[Not like Naki is one to talk...]

[preybeforemeals]

...As charming as ever, aren't you.

[It's more teasing than judging, however.]

[deaftly]

What were you expecting?

[He seems amused by it though!]

[preybeforemeals]

Ah, that's fair, isn't it?

[Just let him rake his fingertips through his fringe a bit before he speaks again, though the motion is idle, not frustrated.]

I suppose I owe you my gratitude, don't I.

[deaftly]

For what? I didn't do anything.