mental link: you're welcome.

[sistershoggoth]

( Who's the medic around here, I think I for serious picked up some fuckin' alien STD from getting dunked into that thing's throat. Like, this ugly fucker in my chest has been sealed for years but it's dripping green. What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck. )

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[servitor]

( I'm glad your humility and your smarts shone through that time. )

[sistershoggoth]

( Wow, flattery will get you nowhere. )

[ But it's not like he's wrong about her and her flirting, Nyx lights her up, the other side of the mirror to the way Noctis calms her down. Maybe it's a good thing they're both around to keep her under control from different angles. ]

[servitor]

( I think it's gotten me places. )

[Back before the war, before the Glaive, before the destruction of Galahd, there was Nyx Ulric the bartender. Flattery got him repeat customers.]

[sistershoggoth]

( I liked you better when you were knocking me around. )

[ Yeah no, she's not subtle. ]

[servitor]

( That's called masochism. )

[Absolutely not, and he's just being deliberately obtuse about it.]

[sistershoggoth]

( Nah, not if I like biting back. )

[servitor]

( So you don't bite back? )

[sistershoggoth]

( Wanna find out? )

[ Some adult tell them to knock it off wowowow. ]

[servitor]

[What echoes through the link is a real laugh in the middle of a hallway. He's not one to really stay in one place when there are things to do, even if it's more training.]

( One of these days. )

[Somewhere, the rest of Alnair is pleading to have them shut up.]

[sistershoggoth]

( I'll be here. )

[ Touching everybody with her creepy alien mind, cussing up a storm. ]

[servitor]

( I don't think we're really going anywhere. )