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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.

Comments

[atowncalledtreffy]

I did. I just figured it was going to be a temporary thing. And that if it was pure torture, you'd stop.

I didn't want you suffering.

[untiltheend]

I plan not on remaining this way forever.

And please, surely there is no need to describe it so dramatically. [Sure he's absolutely miserable, but he can handle it.]

[atowncalledtreffy]

You're sleep-deprived and you look like shit, Sebastian. You look like a half-drowned kitten.

[untiltheend]

Mm, there is a thought. Perhaps the Admiral might like to explore how long a human can go without sleep at all.

[No, he's not being serious probably, but what he means is: that's the point, it's what the Admiral wants.]

[atowncalledtreffy]

We already know. The answer is "too long." And fuck the Admiral.

[untiltheend]

[Another non-committal hum.]

What was it that you said earlier, Sir? "Let yourself be preyed on", I believe it was? Come to think of it, I have yet to be attacked by anyone while like this. Surely that is overdue.

[atowncalledtreffy]

Well, don't go pissing people off. You feel vulnerable?

[untiltheend]

I have complete faith you understood what I meant just now, Sir.

[He thinks the Admiral would enjoy seeing him be preyed on. As for the question...] Death and injury here are meaningless.

[atowncalledtreffy]

Not when you're human and working in a kitchen.

[untiltheend]

[...How dare Trevor use Sebastian's workaholic tendencies against him.

Sebastian's dedication to his work in the kitchens versus his stubbornness: immovable object meets unstoppable force.

He remains sullenly silent, at a loss for what to say for once.]

[atowncalledtreffy]

[Trevor responds with a shit-eating grin more commonly seen on Richter. Yeah; got you, you prick]