IC Inbox (Purgastory)

[depressured]

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[transmit]

Uh huh. Nothing quite like the feeling of being productive!

[ He hums as he works… ]

Was there any other spot we should change while we're at it?

[depressured]

No, it's all right. It's mostly bruises.

[ And they'll fade on their own. ]

[transmit]

Oh! I got something for that, too. Gimme a sec.

[ finishes up

Immediately starts rifling through his bag to pull out a little jar, holding it out to her. ]

Ointment from back home, so I can vouch for its efficacy. It'll reduce the swelling and discolouration in no time.

[depressured]

[ She blinks. ]

Are you sure you want to use it? They're not going to be too much of a problem.

[transmit]

[ He stares back menacingly without the menacingly part. ]

I got it so it could be used. I don't get into altercations often, but the people around me sure do.

[depressured]

I didn't want to have to fight him.

[ Just saying. Does she look like she wants to engage in fisticuffs? Gosh. ]

[transmit]

[ as subtly as possible: ]

Who'd you have to fight?

[depressured]

I imagine he's one of your coworkers.

[ Not subtle at all. ]

[transmit]

[ Well. That makes this entire thing easier. ]

Operator Phantom did this to you?

[depressured]

[ She blinks.

Okay, like. Operator she would have guessed he'd know, but-- ]

... How much do you already know?

[transmit]

Just the barebones: you were sent on a rescue mission to Calais-Blason. Edamura had nothing but praise for you and Tsukasa.

[depressured]

We just did what we could.

[ Humble. Though it's more matter-of-fact. ]