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[deathcouture]

"This is Kravitz. I'm not here, but you can leave me a message."

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[deathcouture]

[ Ooookay. Really very incredibly drunk Lup. Got it.

Closed early? That's always a downer. He glances at the time on his device-- holy crap okay that's not early in the "closed early" sense, that's early in the "late bleeding into early" sense. Wow. He really lost track of time tonight... But that isn't important! What's important is... ]

Maybe it's a good idea to sleep it off.
Trance it off.

Did "A DUDE" tell you where you are?

[ Maybe he's already getting ready to go down to the planet and get her. Just sayin'. ]

[necromanswers]

elves dont need to sleep ya doof we trance

[but okay maybe she will actually sleep this time. because sleep is GREAT but mostly because she's like a breath away from straight-up passing out.

There's about a minute or two of nothing, and then a message - very polite and coherent and nothing like the ones Lup has been sending - that provides a name, location, and directions to the bar in question. And then, at the very end, a request to "please come soon".

And then-]

ok i have no idea who that was but he had amazing boots

did he tell you where I am

[deathcouture]

[ Whew. How kind of amazing boots dude~ good people deserve amazing boots, honestly. He's made his way to the shuttles, so now he's just gonna climb on into one and start punching in directions and stuff. ]

Did he? I'm almost sad I won't get to see them.

He did tell me. I'm heading your way now. Don't freeze before I get there, won't be long.

[ ... Ah whoops, belatedly, he hopes he didn't give her any crazy ideas with his comment about wanting to see awesome boots. Oh well, hindsight is 20/20?? ]