SIREN'S PULL - contact.

[hostage]

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_“ Hey, it's me. Wait for the thing. _”

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[inthejunk]

Don't act stupid. Just-name the place! And the time. And don't bring a gun, that's really screwed up!

[hostage]

Yo... What the hell are you talking about?

[inthejunk]

...She didn't even mention it?

[Wow, that's so depressing.]

[hostage]

Who didn't mention what?

[inthejunk]

I was drunk...but that's not important. It worked. It was a total success for both of us!

[hostage]

Dude, I seriously don't even know what you're talking about, so...

[inthejunk]

Lisbeth-san.

[A little smugly, but also with the tone of someone who is totally expecting to get his ass kicked.]

Like I said, just name the place and I'll be there.

[hostage]

What..?

[No way he's understanding this correctly...]

[inthejunk]

I won't let you win!

[It comes out a little squeaky, but he stands by it. Bring it, jerk.]

[hostage]

Can I just ask, are you drunk right now?

[inthejunk]

Eugh, no. I'm never drinking again.

[That part is almost conversational. Then he remembers that there's a reason he has you on the line.]

And stop changing the subject!

[hostage]

Yeah, what is the subject?

[inthejunk]

[Wow, this is so frustrating. It comes out a little testy.]

Lisbeth-san. Your girlfriend? I'm challenging you! It would really help if you tried to pay attention, you know.

[hostage]

What - like... like challenging me for her hand, like that? Like a knight?

[inthejunk]

[...Why are you saying it like that?]

Yeah! Well...something like that, anyway. You can have a day to prepare if you need to.

[hostage]

I hate to break it to you, kid, but, uh... There's no contest.

[inthejunk]

You're just going to give up like that?

[So disappointed. And maybe a little relieved. But mostly disappointed.]

[And then, a little disbelievingly:]

Wow. What did she ever see in you, anyway?

[hostage]

I'm saying you oughta give up, yo.

[inthejunk]

I already said that's not going to happen!

[hostage]

Okay, first off? It don't matter if me and you fight, 'cause Lisbeth makes her own choices. And second, there's no way she'd choose you over me.

[inthejunk]

I have lots to offer! A success-an almost successful business, and two apartments to choose from, and a good almost-family with some influence. And-and I'm going to start working out as soon as my arm heals. So you'll have to bring your A game if you want to have a chance.

[And don't be stupid, of course she would want to go home with the better man.]

[hostage]

You're like twelve.

[inthejunk]

[Gasp! Dude, that's so uncalled for.]

I'm seventeen, you jerk! A-and I was man enough for the task, obviously!

[hostage]

What -

Seriously?

[inthejunk]

[Wavering here, because that's not the expected response at all.]

...Wait, to which part?

[Except, HEY.]

Anyway, they're both true! I'm a man here, get used to it! I guess you'll have to load the next gun you point at me now that you know that.