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[As soon as it becomes apparent that the City is more crowded than usual, Justin does what is, for him, the unthinkable: he makes a post. There's no deliberation, no planning, none of the typical reluctance to interact with the world outside of his very small comfort zone.

Just a rushed public service announcement.]

If you haven't been here before, this is the City. It's difficult to explain and you likely won't be here long enough for an explanation to matter. Stay calm. You'll only be here for a day or two.

If you have been here before, try to set a decent example.

[But that's not the real reason for this post.]

Euphie? Are you here?

[ooc: Fourth wall post! Very much open, even if your name isn't Euphie. Absolutely anything goes, including face twins/movie spoilers/telling Justin he's a fictional character. Hit him up on the network or feel free to run into him somewhere in the City.]

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[There's a small hand on the camera and it leaves a smudge behind when a bigger hand pulls it away. If you can recognize the owner of the bigger hand, you win a prize, Justin.]

I thought we had an understanding that I didn't know what decent meant.

[The voice is lot more recognizable than the hand. Maybe. Unless he's wrong or the City is playing a trick or this is only someone who sounds like--]

Angela?

Has it been that long?

[For her, over a year. Almost three. Still Justin, don't make her come there and hug you until you remember her.]

No, but I didn't--I didn't expect you to be here. And to have a baby with you.

[How long has it even been? Justin's grasp of time is terrible. It's been long enough for him to look thinner (but unhealthy living will do that to a person).]

No one ever expects the Angela Inquisition.

[He looks terrible to her and she is going to railroad him like never before, only the way a friend and a new mother can do. Brace yourself, Justin.]

Last time I was here though, I think was still pregnant. Pretty sure I was.

I'm glad you're here, though.

[Uh oh.]

It's different, seeing you pregnant and seeing you with a baby. How old is... he or she?

He is eight months. [Distracted, she brings the device back down to his reach and he instantly tries to chew on it. Nom.] Michael Vincent, that's not food, I told you that already.

[And on that note...]

Speaking of food, you haven't been eating, Justin. Just because I left doesn't mean you get to work yourself to death.

Michael. That's a good name.

[Curse Angela's magical ability to pick up on things like that.]

I've been eating.

Not enough.

[Don't bullshit her, Justin.]

Maybe not.

Just worry about Michael. I'll eat something, I promise.

I have enough worry for the both of you.

I need more than just a promise.

I'm not surprised. Should I have Euphie supervise me?

[He really is glad to see you, Angela.]

No, I'll do it.

[She doesn't know Euphie and therefore doesn't trust Justin not to try and talk his way out of a full meal to go work.]

Angela, you have a ba--Michael to take care of. You don't need an extra child.

I can handle two kids at a time. I handle my husband and him just fine. Plus I don't have to change your diaper or make sure you don't put anything dangerous in your mouth.

[She smirks. Justin, give up. You know you will not win this one. Or any one with Angela.]

Would you like to try again?

I hope you don't have to do either of those for your husband, either.

[Okay, yes, it's futile.]

What if I told you that I have a date?

Only the mouth one. Comes with the territory of a bug and dirty guy.

I don't believe you. Not that it's because it's a date, but because it's too handy of an excuse.

What does he do? Forensic analysis?

[He gives up. When he does spend time with Euphie this weekend, they won't be concentrating on things like eating. (Not for those reasons, gosh.)]

Okay. I'd like to see you... meet Michael.

Actually, he's an entomologist, a mineralogist, a palynologist, and a chemist. All forensic.

[Jesus Christ, that's a mouthful. It's not that Angela's bragging, it's that she knows Jack would never let her live it down if she just left it at 'bug and dirt guy'.]

Good. Cafe in the Square?

Dirt and bugs.

[No, no. It's a fine title.]

Sure. Soon?

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