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[thedifferencebetween]

Handsome Jack here! I'm way too busy being awesome to answer the phone, but tell me why you're calling and if you're important enough, your people will hear from my people.

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[thedifferencebetween]

Oh, that's just great. Sure, now you're gonna be pissed at me and blame me for things I may or may not do at some point in the future. But I'm the bad guy here. Sure.

[Jack throws up his hands. Why is he even bothering? What the hell is it about Rhys that keeps him trying? He should just strangle the guy and be done with it!]

Awesome, perfect, you can call one of them, then! If I find your clothes, I'll send'em to you. Holy nutballs, you know...usually if I've gotta deal with this kind of crap in the morning, I had a lot more fun the night before!

[Jack's already turning away, heading to the kitchen. His visiting spirit, tired of being banished to the bedroom and intent on doing what it's here to do, has returned to follow at Jack's heels.]

[atlasrising]

[ Rhys doesn't respond to that. This whole entire charade with Jack has left him ultimately confused. He's silent when Jack almost seems to wave him away, turning his back on Rhys and heading to the kitchen. The little Angel appeared nearby, following him silently. And just like that, Rhys is left alone in the living room.

He doesn't dare stay. No way in hell. Rhys sighs as he starts for the door, looks off to his left where the bathroom is, and-

-hey, are those his clothes there? He can just barley make out his skag skin shoes in the corner. Silently, without disturbing Jack anymore than he already had today, he creeps his way into the bathroom and takes what's rightfully his. Socks and shoes and tie and everything.

He'll head for the door, slipping his way outside and leaning against it when it's shut. When will this end? ]