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[untiltheend]

This is Sebastian Michaelis. I am unavailable at present, but please leave a message. Should a response be needed I will reply when time permits me. Please do keep your message brief.

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[atowncalledtreffy]

[Trevor eyes Sebastian for his tone, and only from what he knows of him and his past plus the standards in the kitchen from working with him for months makes him catch on]

Bullshit, we can't team up for anything for long. I mean that people - wardens and inmates - are more attached and less beaten down than what I'm used to.

You want to revamp the ship, don't you?

[untiltheend]

[...Trevor noticed ♥ Under normal circumstances, Sebastian relishes being able to snark without others necessarily realising what he's saying... but come this point he's so frustrated with some wardens' complete inability to understand what he means that being called out almsot feels... validating?]

Were I for some godforsaken reason made responsible for the management of this place... I do wonder if it would be within even my ability to turn it into a functional system. But I believe I would at least be able to whip things somewhat into shape. [Possibly involving literal whips!]

But as it is, I have no attachment to the ship or how it functions aside from when it affects me personally. I would gladly have it crash should that somehow result in my freedom.

[atowncalledtreffy]

[He chuckles, weak and low but present. Whip into shape indeed]

If there was a way, I would do it with you.

[not 'for' you. He knows Sebastian too well by now to be insulting him like that]

Christ, I'm tired. I might nod off. But thanks for the soup and the company.

[untiltheend]

Thank you, Sir. And it was no trouble.

[Sebastian gets up, and very briefly puts a hand on Trevor's shoulder. Geez, you're in public, tone it down.]

I will leave you to rest, then. Sleep well.

[atowncalledtreffy]

[Trevor's eyes soften briefly as he smiles, before his eyelids lower. He's asleep before Sebastian even exits the room]