...OF THE ESTEEMED LORD LUIS SERRA, FIRST OF HIS NAME, HAILING FROM THE REALM OF VALDELOBOS, RESIDING AT PRESENT IN THE TRADE QUARTER. UNWED, BUT RECEPTIVE.
Glad you guys have caught up. [ Leon's dry delivery suggests the opposite. ]
Pick up your shit later. Maybe in a few days. [ Begs a question, like why a few days, but Leon isn't forthcoming about his plan to see if someone can patch the hole punched into the back of Luis's jacket. ]
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Glad you guys have caught up. [ Leon's dry delivery suggests the opposite. ]
Pick up your shit later. Maybe in a few days. [ Begs a question, like why a few days, but Leon isn't forthcoming about his plan to see if someone can patch the hole punched into the back of Luis's jacket. ]
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A few days?
[He sounds incredulous, but amused.]
If you like it that much, Leon, keep it. I didn't think it was your style.
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[ SIGH. ]
There's this thing going around. Don't want you catching it.
[ Come to think of it, both Claire and Leon sound a little ragged. ]
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[Luis holds the receiver away from his face and coughs into his elbow. When he comes back, his voice is a little raspy.]
Afraid that ship has sailed, amigo. But I'm doing better than a few days ago. You just coming down with it?
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[ His eyebrows knit. Luis has sounded worse than this before. That fact provides no comfort. ]
I can look you up once I've put Claire to bed. [ He's already putting up a hand to try to deflect any incoming fists. ]
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Sounds good. Make sure you get some tea, amigos! And don't have too much fun, you'll make me jealous.
[Wink.]
Later, Sancho! Bye, Claire!
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