audio ✁ ❛ towards the door we never opened ❜

[misfortunes]

Good afternoon—City, isn't it? I suppose this is an offer for work; we're rather in need of doctors—a physician, a surgeon. . . a veterinarian. . .

Vincent. Instead of asking for things we don't need—

[ Though that would make one wonder about his definition of "need." ]

—why don't you try asking for a way out, instead? That way, we won't keep anyone waiting any longer.

Well—the master's overstrained himself, after all. . . [ but, returning to the audiofeed - ] It's a matter of some urgency, you see. It seems we won't be staying.

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[dispossess]

[ Usually, a pulse is best. ]

You don't have to do that.

[ Liam, he really doesn't want to argue right now. ]

[haring_to_go]

I'm afraid I do. You have no idea where we live.

[ pardon him, Leo. Liam is nothing if not particular about the details. ]

[dispossess]

We can find you later.

[haring_to_go]

... You can give me a call. [ He will simply fret until you do! But, this would give him time to prep their rooms. He can't imagine Elliot allowing them to stay anywhere else. ]

[dispossess]

Later, then.

[ Because he doesn't want to see someone like Liam now. Maybe later, but not yet. ]

[haring_to_go]

... Later then, yes. [ not even the servants want to spend time with Liam. Oh woe is him. ;_; ] Have a good day, Mister Leo. [ he'll just sign off now to indulge in self-pity for five minutes. He'd let it go for thirty, but he's no Gilbert. ]