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WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, TIMOTHY LAWRENCE. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 019.37.122.98 *** <jimothy> has joined 019.37.122.98 <jimothy> Hey, this is, uh <jimothy> Well, you should know who if you're messaging.

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[expendableasset]

[ tim thinks something along the lines of you probably hate yourself enough to make up for it, but figures it'd probably be shitty to actually say. ]

She wants to hear from you when you're ready.

[catsuya]

I'll get in touch with her.

[He's not sure what else he can say, but he feels like he needs to say something, and he definitely doesn't want to continue on this topic.

Back to the old standby.]

How...how have you been.

[expendableasset]

[ dear lord, katsuya, you're just as socially impaired as tim is. he shakes his head, half-laughs incredulously. ]

Great. Recovering from the fact that I almost choked out one of my first friends here.

[ he follows up to soften things. ]

I could be doing better, but I'm alright.

[catsuya]

[Katsuya looks at him sharply, all his own anxiety forgotten.]

I-I'm sorry, what?

[He has absolutely no clue why Tim would bring up something like this out of nowhere.]

You...you strangled someone?

[(there's a tingling at the back of his neck, like he already knows the answer to this and if he presses he'll just have to confront something he's not ready to, a strange sense of dread that he can't place)]

[expendableasset]

[ tim's mouth presses into a thin line. he stares for a moment before lowering his head into his hands. ]

You're a fucking idiot sometimes, Kats.