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[thirdreturned]

[Sorrow's voicemail is quiet and stern.]

Leave a message for me and I'll respond when I'm available.

[[ooc: for time sensitive requests, feel free to contact me at raelet for pre-approvals!]]

Comments

[skelebro]

i'm guessing it's never leaving the table, no matter how many people i emotionally devastate in terms of pricing.
am i right?

[thirdreturned]

You would likely be correct.

I don't care what you tell others, just refrain around me.

[skelebro]

fine.
just outta curiosity, what kinda consequences would there be if i slip up here and again?

[thirdreturned]

A flower or two may find itself unnourished by our artificial sunlight.

[skelebro]

guess i'd better do my best not to slip up, huh?
we gotta deal?

[He ain't gonna mention that the flowers seemed to grow like wildfire on their own Underground. Chances are those consequences ain't an accidental thing, but likely a deliberate action on the god's part.

Visual gags only it is, then.]

[thirdreturned]

Alright.

It's a deal.

[skelebro]

cool.
thanks, pal.

[skelebro]

[Wow. It's almost like he didn't actually set out to try .]

good enough?

[thirdreturned]

Very. You'll find what you need potted on my altar.

[skelebro]

thanks.