[ Just breathing on the other line, for a few seconds too long. A sharp intake of breath, almost like he's going to say something else. Or scream. Or cry. Really, probably that.
He can't do any of that. Drunk midnight apologies aren't gonna cut it. ]
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timeasmymeasure
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Date: 2024-08-28 03:31 am (UTC)He can't do any of that. Drunk midnight apologies aren't gonna cut it. ]
Go to bed, Hawk.
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