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[aloadeddie]

[No video today, because like hell is Arthur going to just flash his pimply teenage face across the network for everyone to see. While normally this would put him into hermit mode, something else has happened which has made him come to the network - for help, maybe, though he's frankly grasping at straws here.

Mostly, he doesn't want to admit the truth to himself.

Ariadne probably woke up. Without him.]

If anyone has any information on the whereabouts of Ariadne - brown hair, brown eyes, aged 23, 5-foot-four - I'll pay you for it.

[He studiously ignores the teenaged tone of his voice, and plows on.]

And if anyone has caused her harm, they will live to regret it.

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[aloadeddie]

I'm - I'm fine.

[The fine cracks a little when he says it. Yay, adolescence!]

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[epigrammatical]

You sound a trifle strained.

[Ah, he recognises that creak in the voice. He can't resist the temptation to tease Arthur just a bit.]

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[aloadeddie]

I'm not. [HENRY YOU ARE SUCH A JERK. Can you hear him linefacing? Because he is linefacing.]

I'm just tired.

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[epigrammatical]

[He can hear the linefacing. It sounds rather like sulking to his ear.]

Dear me, I am sorry to hear it. I hope that it is not a result of the changes that seem to be sweeping this fair city.

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[aloadeddie]

It's a lot of things.

[There's a pause as he runs a hand over his face.] Whenever this whole...thing, gets fixed, let's meet for a drink.

[Subtext: I need to get shitfaced, and I don't want to do it alone.]

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[epigrammatical]

I should be glad of that, dear boy. And, indeed, should you desire to meet sooner, I am at your disposal.