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This is Jon. On radio this morning, I read about your needing to get a book. I'm well aware of your opinion of me, but perhaps that will help when I say that even *I* would be extremely wary when faced with something like this. I don't know if magical books are normal where you're from, but I've seen far too many of them eat people - occasionally literally. I don't have the right to give you advice, but I will state that such things should be treated with extreme caution, if they need to be dealt with at all. As always, I am available should you have questions.

Honey, I’ve seen magical books *fuck* before, I know we ain’t nothing but mammals.

Q vanished last night, anyway, so my priority is I gotta deal with Eliot’s sad disappointed face, what’s done is done.

Followed, a few minutes later, by:

We’re fixing Eliot this week, be on stand by.

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In answer to the first:
I could have lived without that knowledge.

After the second:
Standing by.

I tried coming by your place a few times, but you haven't answered the door. I saw Eliot in the library, and he was a ghost and bloody and looking for you. I have no idea what happened or if it's related to what we did or if you're okay, so please text or call me back?

He received no reply.

Poor Jon. He really should have spent more attention in the library.

Apparently some people were different versions of themselves this weekend, and I'm really hoping that was true for Eliot and maybe you and everything is fine now, but please let me know if you can?

We’re fine.

Like Margo would let Fear Nerd in on how fucking freaked out she was right now. (It would be fine. So it didn’t matter. She’d been through this before with the probability spell.)

Oh, thank god.

Then, after he dithered for a moment:

Please let me know if you need anything.

If nothing else, Margo yelling at him for that might be disturbingly normal for both of them?

If I ever need an Eldritch fear thing poking around my head you’ll be my first call

Jon actually snorted at that, and it was hard not to let his snarky side out.

I should hope so.

Albeit mostly because I sincerely hope you don't know any others.

Jon was a dangerous freak.

And yet Margo couldn’t resist texting back, eldritch fear thing, no. crazy six-fingered moth-Beast and asshole drama-queen satyr god, yeah. You ain’t that special, honey

Jon rolled his eyes.

Please go back in time and tell literally anybody in my world that. I could have avoided so many kidnappings.

Well, Jonah had said Jon was nobody special before he chose him to end the world, but nobody should ever talk to Jonah.

apparently Jon has had a SNACK

A pause. Then

NOT ME

Just so she didn't immediately decide to go cut a bitch.

Yeah, that pause was just long enough for Margo to shoot off a quick I'M GOING TO KILL HIM before Eliot's next message cooled her rage.

Slightly.

What the fuck was he thinking

he wasn't. he was too hungry

Again. They had to find the guy something cruelty free and filling to snack on, one of these days.

idiot was in hiding and then LET IN VISITORS

because he's an idiot who apparently still hasn't internalized that he's a fucking fear-thing now, Margo texted.

You could sort of hear the growl.

Eliot knew her well enough to absolutely hear that growl.

I know I’m usually the less aggro one in this relationship but I’m tempted to just let you loose on him

well we know he's going to be fine for a couple of days before he breaks down again, Margo texted, rubbing her forehead. we need a plan. maybe we need to perma-mute the fucker.

he’d probably let you.

Eliot was tempted to let her.

though fuck knows what the fucking eye thing will do if it gets hungry and he can’t talk

we know what it does if it gets hungry and he can talk, Margo pointed out. blah blah definition of insanity here, el.

Eliot didn't really have a response to that. He'd felt what happened when Jon got hungry and could talk. He'd felt what happened when he tried to manage a controlled feeding to mitigate things, too.

fuck

That . . . seemed to cover it, yes.

and don’t even think about giving him snacks again. Even you don’t have enough bad shit in your repertoire to keep him going for good.

I'm not going to, Eliot sent. Faintly sulkily.

Then Margo was treated to a very long stretch of three dots and Eliot started and deleted any number of attempts to explain why he'd decided not to do it again without getting an 'I told you so' loud enough to be heard from orbit.

Oh, look. The three dots of Margo-had-been-totally-right.

She rolled her eyes and eyed her nails. She could give him a few more moments before she rubbed it in.

Eliot finally decided on the spell was a tightrope. almost too much for one magician

There. Put in a little bit of a dig of "well maybe if I had help" to go with the whole eating crow thing.

You’ve got a funny way of writing ‘I’m sorry, Margo, you were right’.

She was not moved.

It had admittedly been a long shot.

Eliot heaved a dramatic sigh -- not that she could see it.

you were right. but I wasn't wrong to try.

[from here!]

Did you mean to send those to me I don't think you meant to send them to me and i shouldn't have looked but i did look and i'm sorry

[[ to here and here and here! ]]

Marc would've absolutely ignored this message if it was up to him. But Steven would've given him shit about it so fine. A text:

I think you've mistaken me for the guy you're in love with.

Suggestive messages from numbers he didn't quite recognize were not uncommon for Shunsui, but they were always a delight, and one of the few things he would actually rise to the occasion to respond to.

Clothing really is such a nuisance, isn't it? ❤ Let's see what we can do to about such a problem together~ ❤❤❤

After getting a message, Jon, still fairly out of it (and very hungry), did his best to reply.

I wouldn't have thought you were asking me out, but I would definitely play some sort of cat game, once I'm fit for company. Perhaps I'll stop by.

So after a good deal of deliberation, Kamala decided to send some unsolicited advice to Arden about her current circumstances. After all what are friends for? So she sent the following text:

I've been doing a lot of thinking and I think the best thing you can do in your current situation is confess your feelings. I'm pretty sure the feelings would be returned considering the looks I see between the two of you.

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"I know who you are! I called and asked you to fuck before! But yeah, let's do that!"

Hannibal's text naturally didn't go to the right person.

I'm flattered, but you're a little young for me. And I prefer to do the cooking.

Arden was flailing because she didn't know what she'd done to earn this message from her landlord.

You can have sex with whoever you want and I'm super sorry if I gave you the impression I thought it was my business at all!

Weirdly enough a text Kamala sent earlier today came back to her in a threatening manner.

So she immediately texted back to that message with one that would weirdly make some sense to Margo

I'M SORRY! I DON'T KNOW WHAT I DID BUT I WON'T DO IT AGAIN!

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