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"Google? What's is it? Did you find someone?"

*Google's voice is distance, quieter, but RJ was pretty sure he'd heard him talking*

"Yes!" "All you need to do..." "Is listen..." "Don't you feel...." "Compelled to listen..?" *The music plays louder.* 👁‍🗨

Thats easy... I do...

*the kitten noticed the no reply and sneezed, dropping them to the floor* meow *he jumped off his head and sat next to him* mew mew mew?

°He jumps at the sudden return to Earth, heart in his throat for a moment. There are a few more breaths and then he looks at the kitten°

°Warn someone next time, /please/. He looks back at the screen, a frown creasing his face. He's probably just driving, right? It's illegal and unsafe to text while driving, and he had to drive to get stuff for you, so he's probably just driving? He's fine, he's... probably fine. I'll text him again in a minute..°

∆Absolutely∆

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°Alright.... Really, thank you Doc.°

*Knocks on the door, a bunch of stuff in hand* CJ?

°*there’s the sounds of several locks being undone before the door opens. He’s there, and looking more than a little exhausted* Doc? Yeah come in he is in the living room- *he moves to leave a clear path, walking over to the matress on the floor*°

How are things?

*you get a glimpse of an airplane. Inside is a man, focused on the screen of a computer. His grey suit and blue undershirt give off an air of buisness. Yes that is a thing. His call went unanswered, the weird and vague text he had received was more than a little worrying. Really, what had those dumbasses done now?*

Proving a point to my boyfriend.

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*a balck kitten with white ears pops their head between a door* mew? *they're lost*

*RJ jumps a little before freezing, mostly because to him it looked like the door had opened by itself and his nerves were a little strung out still from a combination of recent events and coffee, but at the sight of the kitten his jaw goes slack for a moment. There's a kitten. In his house. He didn't lock the door.*

"H-hi there, where did you come from?"

°CJ at this point took notice, and stared wide eyed at the tiny black fluff of an animal in the doorway. He sets down his mug just to express how were they so tiny, how did they get here, who's lost baby is this???°

"No idea, but I should get the door soon- hey little guy, or gal, or pal, you like burger meat?"

Ⓐⓛⓡⓘⓖⓗⓣ. *They walk toward the portal with you.*

°CJ stops just before entering, and sticks his left hand in to test how it feels, and if something was going to eat it off.°

×Hello?×

*RJ looks up from a book in his lap, the injury from the crash long since healed over.*

"Hello there."