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[jumpthegun]

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[jumpthegun]

[Squalo, why?]

What's happened? Are you hurt?

-> private... this is some shady shit

[sharktrash]

[ Something about a limited amount of people he's willing to turn his back towards, mostly. ]

Worse

[ wait for it... ]

there are mats in my hair.

private

[jumpthegun]

[John stares at the message and wonders, for a very long moment, if someone has put Squalo up to this. And then he considers just how ridiculous the man is.]

Have you considered cutting your hair? Or do you still not have something to do that with?

perma-private

[sharktrash]

[ If only, John. If only. ]

[ Then again normal, sane people with proper priorities usually did not end up being murder for hire. ]

NO

[ Oh look his voice-to-text picked up on him yelling. A moment later there's a somewhat frantic follow-up; ]

I can't
I-- won't.
Look it's a long story
are you helping me or what
I can tell you in person if you gotta check that it aligns with your moral code or whatever the shit

[jumpthegun]

[Moral... what? John can understand some people getting obsessive about particular details to maintain in this kind of place, but hair... hair is going to be hard.]

I can help, yeah, but I'm running downtown to fetch something for someone else. I have a brush with me, though. Where are you? Maybe we can meet up and I can pass it off to you?

[sharktrash]

[ Story of his life, to be honest. ]

Yeah I'm on another side of the town
but I think I can use tunnels there were tunnels on the map

Someone's gonna trade me a brush
But there's like three knots I can't handle without seeing them

That's where you come in

[jumpthegun]

[...]

You want me to come meet you, so I can brush your hair.

[sharktrash]

Yes

[ WHAT ELSE IS THERE TO SAY ]

[ except looking at it summed up like this, well, he kinda sees your point ]

Don't fucking tell a living soul about this

[jumpthegun]

Yeah, I'm not telling anyone, mate. I get enough people asking me if I fancy blokes, as is.

[One particular bloke, but never you mind.]

Is there literally no one closer that you trust to do this?

[sharktrash]

What's that gotta do with anything?

[ He knows the feeling. Except in his case, it's probably true, but let him have a few more years of denial. ]

[ ... ]

Well

[ How the fuck does he even begin to explain the whole mess with Flynn? ]

There's sort of
this guy

Except we never actually spoke
Just had several, like... fake memory meetings

Do I need to explain why I'm uncertain if I actually know him

[jumpthegun]

[You know what? Never mind. If Squalo doesn't recognize why it's... maybe not the most masculine thing, John's going to sweep it under the rug and pretend he doesn't have a fragile male ego about certain things. Thank you.]

Have you spoken to this guy since all those fake memories cleared up?

[sharktrash]

[ LISTEN MEN ARE ALLOWED TO HAVE BEAUTIFUL LONG HAIR! Also Squalo's probably too confident in his masculinity, that or he doesn't give enough fucks in some regards. ]

Not really
He called to check on me after the first instance though

[ Now that's the kind of thing that makes him go "ugh". ]

I think that's what it was

[jumpthegun]

Did he ask if you were okay? That's usually an indication someone's checking on you.

[sharktrash]

I believe the exact question was whether I was alive

[ fake new friend had noticed his obituary, apparently. he successfully deflected the conversation from what actually happened to him though. ]

[jumpthegun]

That would indicate some level of caring, yeah. Maybe call him back and talk to him sometime? Might be you'll find you end up mates in this timeline, too.

[sharktrash]

Fine

That aside

Are you in or what

[jumpthegun]

Yeah, all right.

[This is stupid and he's going to regret it.]

Try to keep your hair as clean as you can in the interim.

[sharktrash]

[ so many regrets. ]

Don't need to tell me that

I'll let you know when I'm in the area