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[bertall]

Um... This is Bertolt, and if you're hearing this I'm probably busy. You can leave a message here or call back later if you want? ...Can I start over?

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so rood

[notvaljean]

That'll work. Four plates of scones and your sad, puppy-dog eyes and they'll be convinced.

[For at least a couple hours of looking the other way.]

I should be, yeah. They keep complaining about all the Voltorbs and running out of room, so they want to get rid of me.

[And Jean has, for all intents and purposes, been a model prisoner. He's quiet, polite, has been helping rebuild the wall, and his handsome boyfriend brings scones and coffee. They've also enjoyed having FCAB parked right outside the jail.]

super duper rood

[bertall]

Maybe next time they'll arrest someone who doesn't have a disgruntled Electrode and a small army of Voltorb.

_{[Bertolt sets the gear down for a moment - just long enough to carefully move his Purrloin - and moves to sit up against the wall.]}

Is there anything you want for it? Any sort of special cake? Dinner?

[notvaljean]

I think they've learned their lesson.

[Jean sits up too, shifting his green monkey down onto his lap. The black Oricorio wakes up and hops onto his shoulder, pecking lazily at his hair.]

I just want to sleep in my own bed again. With you.