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[fingersandteeth]

This is Steven. Leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can.

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[fingersandteeth]

[Okay. No. Fuck. FUCK. Just being in Hythlo's presence is enough to set his hackles up.

And he knows that, doesn't he? That sadistic bastard.]

Please, anything but that.

[hythlodaeus]

Tyler says you're the next best at signing. Every Wednesday, you're going to have lunch with me, and you're going to do so until I either forgive you, or you start to genuinely like me.

[He shrugs]

And then you'll be the one coming to me to remind me that we have auslan practice.

[fingersandteeth]

[Steven's eyes narrow.]

Give me a reason why I should. I already have one of you furious and vengeful at me. What's one more?

[hythlodaeus]

Mayhap, but I have much more free time and energy than Emet-Selch does. And I'm not used to being angry, I really cannot say what I'll do.

[He raises his hands, palms up.]

But I suppose this is your choice. It should not take me long to discover where you live, next.

[fingersandteeth]

[Steven gets very, very still at that point. He favors Hythlodaeus with a look of pure poison.]

You are not going anywhere near our house.

... fine, then. We'll meet at eleven. My shift starts at noon.

[hythlodaeus]

Excellent. This very cafe should serve our purposes well. I am happy we could come to an agreement, new friend.

[And with that, he stands, gives him a smile, and waves as he leaves.]

Don't forget!

[fingersandteeth]

I don't think I could.

[Steven, however, is going to bury his face in his hands—what the hell is he supposed to do now?]