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[halfdecay]

annual squid weather report: its shit. don't come out.

ps - can we all agree that the twat with the red pinecone for a head is a melodramatic bellend? or is that just me?

take it to the PMs bruv.

[alright, good chat. glad we got that out in the air.]

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[righthemisphere]

Well it's your lucky day, bud. What if I told you that you don't have to live in a trash hole.

[halfdecay]

Care to come fetch me then?
I'm really not up for farting about in the city.

[righthemisphere]

But you're so good at farting.

Where are you?

[halfdecay]

[oh ha ha.]

Around the docks. It's me, a bottle of rum and enough incense to make the entire area smell like your bohemian nan.

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[righthemisphere]

[It was funny, sue him.]

Sounds romantic. Hold tight, tiger.

[No taking in strays, Chuck made him swear, but that doesn't mean he can't go and rescue his friend. This is the second time this week.


But here he comes not too long later, with a spare coat and mittens. Raleigh isn't wearing either, but he's a coldblood and dosn't need them. Don't think about it too deep.]

Owen-

[If Owen is sitting, he offers a hand. If he's standing, Raleigh is coming right in for the hug.]

[halfdecay]

[Owen is standing out there in that ratty robe they offered him. He’s freezing his balls off, not even daring to sit on the ice-cold ground.

And so when Raleigh pulls him in for a hug, he doesn’t resist as he soaks in the body warmth.]

Been a while, you overgrown puppy bastard.

[righthemisphere]

Missed you too, prick.

[Look, he's using your language and everything. Just for you. Or maybe he's just spending way too much time with Chuck. Both? Both.

But he gives Owen a good, firm bro hug before pulling back with a smile. It's funny, seeing him again doesn't conjure any confusion with Dr. Gottlieb anymore. He knows Owen so much better than he ever knew that other guy. Wild. And sure, their relationship in Deerington wasn't extremely close, he'd still consider them friends in the way two feral coyotes might stand each other with mutual enjoyment.]

Here, get these on you, it's freezing out.

[Says the man in only a sweater.]

Housing is the way it was in Deerington. Tons of empty places all over the city. Crenshaw is the residential district.. but there's a medical district, entertainment, you name it. I'm out in the boonies again.