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[magicalglowstick]

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[chardismastic]

We've been here long enough, don't you think? [ With that business taken care of, he stands and rolls his good shoulder. ] I'll find you after. If you don't hear from me in thirty, I'm doing this in my room.

[ He doesn't know how much the Fourth would be able to pick up on, what he already knows, but the least they can do is to split up and make it hard for the little god. ]

[magicalglowstick]

[Fenris hesitates a moment, but otherwise gives a nod of his head, posture straightening as he's now on alert. Or, more alert. He finds most days he's on alert regardless if he has reason to be or not.]

Right. I will be here then.

[Hopefully it won't take too long because he will spend every second worrying.]

[chardismastic]

[ One thing to say for the Fourth, he's to the point. Something Rafe can appreciate in the midst of everything else about their situation and it's creeping on that half-hour mark when he exits his room. His arm itched like a son of a bitch when the circuits first fused but it's easing fast.

He doesn't feel any different as he comes back downstairs to find Fenris and show he's in— Well, as many pieces as he went up in. The frustration at the lack of immediate change (not any stronger that he can tell, no wings, no laser eyes, definitely not any larger, dammit) makes him sour, distracts him from noticing the lack of shadow he casts in the already-darkened house.

So Fenris may be startled when Rafe's voice comes from seemingly nowhere as he invisibly glides toward the couch. ]

Here's hoping we don't live to regret this.