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becket. got a mo?

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What's up?

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you busy?

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No. Everything ok?

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yeah, fine. can I call

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Do people call if there's nothing wrong?

Sure

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[ omg whatever. He’s calling. Pick up. ]

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Yeah yeah, he's here, hi. It rings once before he picks up and clears his throat.

"Hey Chuck"

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“Hey. What’re you doing?”

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"Nothing really. What can I help you with?"

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He laughs.

“You sound like a customer service line.”

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Scoff. Shit, you're right.

"Shut up. What's up man?"

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He’s still chuckling to himself.

“Have you heard the radio ads for that fear thing?”

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"Uh, a little bit. Like a task force or something?"

So no not really he wasn't listening.

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“Kinda. First Encounter Assault Recon. I guess it’s sorta like the local military?”

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"Oh,"

This is not what he was expecting to be called about but it is not surprising at all that Chuck would have sniffed this out.

He takes a breath and grunts as he moves, like he's shifting on the couch or bed and not totally happy about it.

"Sounds like there's a lot to defend against here."

And that's very on brand for you. Maybe him too, once upon a time.

"Are you thinking about it?"

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“I already joined. Supposedly we’re protection and...” he looks down like he’s reading something.

“And we ‘capture, secure, and investigate supernatural creatures and examine phenomena’. Whatever that means. I’m a combat specialist.”

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Raleigh almost laughs. Almost. There's a smile in his voice.

"Sounds perfect for you." Ffh, hiss. Ow.

"When do you start?"

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"Uh, I think it's pretty much effective immediately. I'll get my armor later. Are you okay?"

He noticed that hissing, Raleigh.

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"Ngh, yeah. Armour, huh. Sounds cool but I remember that first fitting for my drive suit."

Deflecting wth a laugh and a soft joke.

"I hope they're paying you for the pleasure. They don't know who they've just enlisted."

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"It looks pretty badass, I'll send you a picture. And yeah, the pay is actually pretty good." He'll fumble with his phone before sending it over.

"Ray, you sure you're okay? You takin' your pills?" He knows Gipsy was nuclear. He knows the drive suits were part of the protection. He also knows from what Raleigh said that he had to manually override the core.

He has some concerns.

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And that Raleigh said he's pretty sure the reactor shield took damage in Pitfall.

There's a pause while he looks at the text, but he's also stalling slightly.

"I would if I had them. Kinda doubt the hospital here has metharocin."

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"Raleigh." So. Exasperated. "Have you even asked? Jesus Christ. I have some. Are you home? You giant idiot. I'm coming over."

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Jsbdbddjis

"Why do you-" exhale. No one has aggressively cared about him like this in a long fucking time.

"Yeah.. yeah I'm home."

Kinda lucky they're literally next door neighbors despite all the farmland separating them.

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You aren't allowed to die on him. You're his closest friend and that is Saying. Something.

"Good." He hangs up on Raleigh, shoves his feet into his boots and grabs his jacket and a bottle of the pills before stomping over and banging on his door twenty minutes later.