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[handsomefoil]

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backdated to after the May event

[ishotyouuu]

You're a hard man to get ahold of, y'know that? Well, I mean-- pretty sure we both knew that. [A chuckle.]

Just wanted to let you know I've still got your tie, in case you ever wanted to come on over and get it back. Or... y'know. If you ever needed an excuse.

[handsomefoil]

[Dry little laugh at the message. An excuse, eh? Perhaps there is one, even if Henry isn't ready to admit that out loud to the guy over an answering machine. If it had just been the tie, he would've made a little hard-to-get quip or the sort, but there is something else...]

You can keep it, since you're such a sentimental type. Anything else you manage to squirrel away without my knowing?

[1/2]

[ishotyouuu]

Nothin' but the tie.

[There is a pause, a sharp inhalation of breath through his nose. When he speaks again, his voice is more playful; more seductive.]

Still smells like you, did you know that? That warm musky smell of your sweat-- what kinda aftershave do you use, by the way? Not that I need it, but... maybe if I buy some it'll remind me of how it felt to have you tied to that tree... your hips bucking as I took you in my mouth... those unbelievably sexy sounds you were making when you were trying so, so hard to be quiet... mmn.

Is this turning you on? It's turning me on, a little.

[ voice ]

[hasitsthorns]

[ Henry isn't someone who knows her history like her packmates do, but - He's still one of the people she felt the need to contact after disappearing out of thin air for two weeks. She won't actually answer the question of where she'd been, but he deserves to know she's not dead in a ditch somewhere at least. Even if he doesn't care. Because for as much as she hopes he would, she isn't about to let herself believe she actually means too much to him.

She's made that mistake too many times before. ]

Hey, dude. I know I went MIA there for a bit, but. I was kind of tied up with something. [ It isn't a lie. ] I'm back now though.

[ voice ]

[handsomefoil]

[He answers this a while later- finding the message a bit of an interesting surprise. He did see her in at the pet auction, being treated very poorly, humiliated- and he had also spotted some familiar faces among the crowd. He's been pretty careful about not letting himself be seen by his acquaintances, though, so he assumes nobody (outside the Scarta) knows he was there.

What would be the most common reaction from someone whom she'd decided was worth reaching out to like this after such an event? It's this reason that gives him some pause, wanting to come up with a plausible response.]

I'm glad to hear it. I was starting to think you'd run away. [He adds a slight inflection of concern at the end.]

backdated to the beginning of August

[ishotyouuu]

[He wasn't even sure if this was a good idea, but it didn't matter. He needed to call someone. Jesse was AWOL, and so was Rosie. Fujimaru was out of the question, and he didn't even know if Hiruma wanted to deal with his shit, after what had happened last time. Henry was the only option, and as much as he was reluctant to make things weird between them, he knew that he wasn't going to be able to get rid of the tight, panicky feeling in his chest unless he talked to someone. With shaking fingers, he dials Henry's number and waits.]

Dude. C'mon, pick up. I know you're there, you smarmy bastard.

[Hopefully if he's playfully insulting enough, Henry won't pick up on the nervousness in his voice.]

[handsomefoil]

[He and Wade had been busy for a bit, so their communications were sparse through the past month. The last time he'd actually seen the guy was during that TAB beta testing, which... had been interesting, but after that it'd be quiet.

So the fact that he's getting a random message with an insult following right after (he knows it's playful, of course), garners an interested look on Henry's part. Of course, he picks up. No reason no to, after all.]

Hello, Wade. I always appreciate the contribution you make to my pile of nicknames every so often.

[fuckinghysterical]

what's your favorite color?

:)

[Yes, maybe this message seems completely random, especially since a pretty good deal of time passed since the last time she had contact with him (she had a damned good reason for it, okay), but there's a purpose for this.]

[handsomefoil]

[Yeah this is still weird to him. Also doesn't help that he doesn't really have a particularly favorite color...]

Blue?

[Just picks a color.]

voicemail

[haute_cuisine]

[ The message starts with the last half of an exhale, presumably heavy with smoke. It comes out in a rushed hiss, followed by an equally hurried introduction. ]

Ah, Sanji here. [ It's a little arrogant of him to assume he'd be remembered by voice and name alone, but then again... these things have their IDs attached, don't they? ]

I thought you'd get yourself to Fever again, but I guess you need a fucking invitation, huh? Well fine, here it is.

[ A location in Lhassa's apartments is provided. ]

Soupe à l'oignon. I need a transplant's palate who actually knows what it's supposed to taste like, bring your appetite.

Re: voicemail

[handsomefoil]

[ Arrogant, perhaps, but Henry has impeccable memory. Someone as distinct and memorable as Sanji isn't easy to forget. It's not that he took a great liking to the man at first or anything, but as they'd conversed, his cooking and knowledge of French culture made him severely homesick, an emotion he doesn't feel very often.

The location is bookmarked, and he shoots off a message in response to confirm that he'd received it and was making his way. ]

Thank you. I'll be there shortly.

[ It's probably nothing, but he wonders if there's another reason for inviting him out like this. Firstly, he knows this address isn't Fever's, so... there's that. He'll have to approach this situation with some caution... or excitement. Sometimes it's hard to tell the two apart ]

text;

[promotional]

What gift says "thank you for not taking advantage of me when I was drugged and kept coming on to you?"

It's not for you.

[handsomefoil]

You should get that written on a shirt.
Then gift that shirt.

[ Honestly though? He doesn't really know what sort of gift that Thank You note should call for... ]

[zunge]

[from ruffestrabbit@tanagura.gov]

Sent here by LB. Are you Henry?

[handsomefoil]

I am. Think you could give me a quote for a tune-up on an energy-based weapon?

Voicemail. From Lee.

[kylin]

Ah, Henry! I do hope you recall I promised to give you a ring. So here I am! This is Lee Chaolan. I know it's been some time since I told you I would but hopefully you don't mind. I'm fashionably late since I finally managed to fix my Palm Reader.

[AKA Get a proxy ID. And really, how can he not want to check in on his favorite swordsman?]

How are things? Were you still interested in that duel because I got a hold of a rapier that I think could prove an interesting challenge for your saber.

You should have my number now! Call me back.~ I'll be looking forward to it.

[The PROXY ID number would definitely show up and connect back to his palm reader, so here's hoping Henry got the message.]

calling lee back

[handsomefoil]

[ An interesting challenge for his saber? While Henry had indeed anticipated Lee's call sometime in the near future, he didn't expect something like this to come up. In all honesty, he had just the thing should Lee have found a normal rapier.

So this is him, calling him back.

Ring, ring, Lee. ]

3/24; way too fucking late; text

[promotional]

What are you wearing?

[It is not the nicest or fanciest or best text he has ever sent, but Henry doesn't deserve any of those.]

some minutes later, it's late motherfucker why you textin

[handsomefoil]

My best suit.

[ Why does he even bother indulging this guy... but here goes. ]

Text

[corona_spinea]

[After her fight with Blake, Mary needed an outlet and she needed to do something despite Blake's insistence on packing things up and running for the hills from the Black Market. Henry was her best choice here. But mostly she needed the outlet, some completely strings-free sex.]

Are you busy? I have an itch I want scratched.

[handsomefoil]

[ Well well well, look who it is. Whatever he'd been doing-- drinking, lounging about, reading/watching the news-- is quickly forgotten as he stares at his palm reader. ]

I'm never too busy for my favorite non-chrome officer. You'll have to forgive me for being a wee bit cautious though. When and where?

Voicemail - Somewhere at shitdick early in the morning one day

[rellarella]

Hey, it's Gyro, there's something we need to talk about after work today, think you can stay a bit longer than usual?

voicemail

[handsomefoil]

I think I can manage that. Are you finally thinking about payin' me for my services?

Text

[corona_spinea]

Do you have some spare time tomorrow? I need something only you can give me. I'll stop by your place when you're free.

[She phrased it like a booty call, but she needed information instead.]

text

[handsomefoil]

[ Definitely sounds like a bootycall, but he's been getting better with putting up his guards whenever around Mary. Not that she made him uncomfortable or anything, but around her, he feels like anything could happen. ]

Fine by me.