[34] - [Voice, Public]

[sharpememory]

[Barron sounds like death warmed up. This was intended to be private to Prefect, but due to the flood's affects he couldn't be bothered with it.]

You know what's amazing, comrade? When you reckon that the human body would have a limit to how much vomit it can chuck up. Pro tip? There isn't one. I must have hurled at least a dozen times today.

[A pause, because that lie is not helping Barron feel better right now.]

I think I'm gonna keep drinking until it goes away.

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SPAM!

[buywithme]

[Prefect laughs in return, the sound bursting out of him without him meaning for it too. He knows Barron isn't from his world, because there is absolutely no possibility that Barron would be his friend if he was. He'd either hate him for being a Prefect, or hate him for betraying the factory.]

Thank you, Comrade. I'll trust you on that one.

SPAM!

[sharpememory]

To trust. [Barron says, offering Prefect his hand for a handshake.]

SPAM!

[buywithme]

To trust. [Prefect replies mildly, and reaches out to take Barron's hand. This is a gesture that might count for more if you live entrenched in a world based on changing people's existences with the touch of your hand.] You know, Comrade. If we're going to have a handshake toast on the matter of trust, you should try and cut back on lying to me a bit.

SPAM!

[sharpememory]

[Barron just smiles, gripping Prefect's hand tightly.]

I can only promise that I'll lie to you less. Probably.

Re: SPAM!

[buywithme]

[Prefect squeezes back fondly.]

I will appreciate that promise in the spirit in which it is made. Thank you.

SPAM!

[sharpememory]

[Progress! Maybe.]

Cool. Should we go get something to drink?

Re: SPAM!

[buywithme]

[Hullaballoo!]

Sure, Comrade. That'd probably make us both feel better.

SPAM!

[sharpememory]

[And off to get a drink they go, but probably less than they normally would. Ah, developments.]