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[trilluminati]

[Q sounds genuinely happy -- and covertly sad.]

When he's ready...can you have him call me? I wanna hear from both of you. I just can't believe the good news.

[metalicarus]

[That smile is back in his voice, even if it's also a little tinged.]

Yeah, no problem.

I'm sure he 'll be just as happy to know you're ok again.

[trilluminati]

[Well there goes that undertone of melancholy. Q perks up at the thought of talking to good ol' papa bear nicely.]

Thanks, man....

[Oh, but before you go--]

Hey, hey, hey! One more thing.

[metalicarus]

[oh my god Q. Just...amused forever.]

Hmm? What's up?

[trilluminati]

[Quietly:]

Tell Pyunma I said hi.

[metalicarus]

[He scoffs a little, that amusement still present.]

Yeah, sure.

But he'd probably rather just get stuff like that from you, you know.

[trilluminati]

[Hopefully:]

You really think so?

[metalicarus]

Yeah, I do.

Believe me, even a simple text from you would mean more than me telling him to his face.

[Paaaauuuse]

Are you afraid to talk to him, Q?

[trilluminati]

[Scoff]

No.

[metalicarus]

[Dryly:]

Yeah, okay.

[But then a little more gently.]

You really shouldn't be. Yeah, pissing him off isn't so hard depending on what you're doing, but he's pretty chill.

Trust me, I'm pretty sure I piss him off all the time, but he still talks to me.

You're family too, same rules apply.

[Sure did say that last part like it was no bug deal.]

[trilluminati]

He ain't mad at me!

[Q has to admit, mumbling:]

Yet. [A beat.] You really think so?

[metalicarus]

[He's shrugging, can you hear it?]

I've known him for thirty years, that's got to count for something, right?

He won't bite.

[Just bitch face. Which is worse, but you can't see those over text.]

[trilluminati]

Haha..... hold up.

[Pause.]

Thirty years?

[metalicarus]

[Oh. Um..]

Yeah...being cyborgs kind've stretches things out.

Pyunma's something like fifty or fifty-one at this point.

[trilluminati]

... Whoa. How old are you?

[metalicarus]

Um...eighty-six.

[And to preserve his feeling of youthfulness--]

Albert's one-hundred.

[trilluminati]

Yo that cat is oooolllllld.

[metalicarus]

Practically ancient.

[But that's definitely a note of fondness creeping in.]

It doesn't help that he acts like it a lot too.

[trilluminati]

Man, he's, like, super-cougar.

[Q snorts.]

Tell him I said you go gurl. Stella ain't got shit on papasan.

[metalicarus]

[That actually gets a small laugh from him.]

I don't think he'd be too hot on that one.

[trilluminati]

Yeah, me neither. Man, really makes you wonder....

[No, he is not going to supply what it is he's wondering about. He'll just go quiet for a second, pondering.]

[metalicarus]

[Q, that is very annoying, he hates when people leave off like that.]

Makes you wonder what?

[trilluminati]

[You know what else is annoying?]

... Huh? Shit, I gotta run homie. Yo, you stay fresh, aiight?

[metalicarus]

[omfg Q...

Enjoy this slightly annoyed but still amused sigh.]

Yeah. Stay safe, Q.