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It takes a solid moment for Slate to answer, his mind seemingly wrestling with different strings and thoughts before snapping back to attention. His expression is still stuck on some mixture between concern, frustration, and frankly? Fear.
"I don't want to talk about that guy."
Hell yeah. That’s what your mom was saying last night [starts emoting]
fuck yuouif uck you fuck yoiu fuckufoc ufoicuyfinjfxgfhshjkdksjvx [loud sound of a wrench cracking him in the head]
"Ilex!!! Oh they're the best, did they mention me or something?" Slate's bead starts tapping against the floor as his tail betrays his excitement. "They're one of my oldest friends here, up there with Iolite. Genuinely, you name a big event in my life, and I bet they've seen the aftermath of it, usually with me in the hospital." He laughs, rubbing at the back of his head. "They're great though, if they need something I'm always gonna be there to help how I can. 'S the least I can do! You know, you should totally read up on their thesis it's a gre—"