♜ IC Contact [UNDERGROUND]

[whatmatters]

"This is Ringer."

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voice;

[whatmatters]

[Her voice has a minor strain to it, the type to come from exhaustion or other such things. Otherwise it's about as dry as the first time they spoke.]

..For the crossbow. Faolan?

voice;

[reticence]

Got it in one.

[A beat, before:] You sound like shit. What happened?

[Ever a man with observational skill, not necessarily a man with tact, however.]

voice;

[whatmatters]

Nothing. [The kind of nothing that's an overt lie.]

I'll send you my address, but I can't meet until next week. I'm a little preoccupied.

voice;

[reticence]

Sure. Go ahead.

[Like hell he's going to listen to that. But she doesn't have to know that until later. And by then it will be far too late.]

voice;

[whatmatters]

[There's a short silence as she texts the address, a relatively nice neighborhood but not crazy opulent, in the Kentish Town/Camden area.]

There's my address. I will give you the bolts like I said I would. I'll call you when I'm available.

voice;

[reticence]

Do you swear to it? I'm not going to end up having to call you back in another few weeks and remind you again, am I?

[Yeah, no, he's definitely going to be heading over there. SORRY BUT NOT SORRY.]

Voice;

[whatmatters]

[A pause. Ringer hates guaranteeing anything.]

I promise.

voice;

[reticence]

[Believe him, Faolan feels the same way. Which is part of the reason why he hasn't guaranteed anything about not showing up at her door, not truly.]

Good. I'll be seeing you around, then. [Sooner than you think, even.]

voice;

[whatmatters]

[A beat, then Ringer hangs up.]