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[ text message to ivan & gregor before miles gets in the transporter. he sends it at literally the last moment because he very nearly forgot. at least he didn't actually forget. ]

Ivan & Gregor - I'm joining the excursion to go down planet-side. Don't worry, I shouldn't be gone too long. I'll keep in touch.

[ the likelihood he'll actually be diligent about answering messages while he's engaged in something interesting is pretty low but hey, at least he let you guys know! ]

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I'm going to have a day of that.

( ugh fine hint taken. )

You've endured worse. Now stop texting me unless something is really wrong. I'm kind of busy here.

Doing what?

Exploring this old mining facility for resources. Is anything on fire back up there?

No? Maybe. Probably not, you'd think they'd tell us if it was.

[ oh my god IVAN ]

Alright, how's this. Gregor can text me if anything catches fire, and you: stop texting me.

( now he's just being ~~an asshole~~ difficult. )

Does that include responding to these texts to tell you that I understand or?

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[ miles is pointedly ignoring this one. ]

I'm warmed by your enthusiasm for my company, Ivan.

Er.

Hello to you too, Gregor.

It's nothing personal, you understand.

Quite.

[He is a little hurt, actually, and is glad they're texting.]

( ivan vorpatril: alienating his surviving relatives one stupid comment at a time. god, impossible to read gregor is even harder to read over text. )

So. Just you and me.

( great attempted recovery. )

I can find some way to entertain myself, Ivan. You needn't worry.

There's nothing to do here, Gregor. Believe me, I've looked around.

Nice.

Shut up, Miles. Didn't you say you were busy?

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