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WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, FIDDLEFORD HADRON MCGUCKET. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 011.23.581.321 *** teslacoils has joined 011.23.581.321 >> teslacoils has posted an AUDIO MESSAGE. If you wish to listen, type LISTEN01. <teslacoils> Lab hours are 10 AM to 6 PM Mon-Wed, 7 PM to 3 AM Thur-Fri, special appointments available. <teslacoils> I am no longer associated with the Fourth God. <teslacoils> But I will answer any questions you might have about him with the honest truth.

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<novus> <ordo> <seclorum> <fulcrum> - anonymous usernames
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[thefuckingbeam]

[Eddie nods, his long, black-tipped ears laid back along his head. It's pretty clear body language.]

Yeah. No problem. Hate to stink up your furniture or whatever.

[He doesn't sound...as present as he usually does. It's like he's Eddie, but through a grimy windowpane. Even his gold eyes are lifeless and tired.]

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[It's very surreal to realize that, in the wild, he might be trying to eat Eddie right about now. Y'know, if they were more animal than human and not the other way around.]

Alright. C'mon.

[He slithers down a hall and to his room, the room that used to be Soeki's (he's nearly got all the bear smell out of it but some of it still lingers, particularly around the door frame). There's no actual bed inside it: much like his workshop basement, what there is is a raised platform that is actually a box under which he can hide, should he feel the need. On top is the usual nest of blankets and pillows. There's also some bars that stretch from one wall to the other, presumably for climbing. The only truly human thing in this room is the ornate wooden table that he's turned into a desk, which sits against the wall closest to the door.]

Now you just make yourself comfortable wherever you like.

[thefuckingbeam]

[Eddie follows Fiddleford down the hallway, light and springy on his feet, easily avoiding the huge, slithering tail at his side. There's some part of him that's setting off alarm bells but he ignores it; rabbit instincts are weird, and far too paranoid for Eddie's tastes.

He surveys the room quickly, and then does a big hop up onto the platform, padding on tiptoe to the corner and nestling down against the wall.]

Thanks. This is nice. [He sniffs once, twice, his ears doing a half-assed twitch upward.] Smells like bear in here.

[terribibble]

Oh yeah, it would. Soeki used to live here. I've been tryin' to get the smell out but it's awful stubborn.

[It used to be so, so much worse. At least the weed smell masks it too, to a point. And speaking of weed, the bowl that Eddie gave him is on Fiddleford's table. He picks it up now and offers it over. He was pregaming but there's still certainly enough to share.]

[thefuckingbeam]

Oh. [Eddie's brow furrows.] Now that you mention, I vaguely remember Marco saying something about them being roommates.

[He takes the bowl and digs a lighter out of his pants pocket, sparking up and taking a good, big hit off it. It's been a month or two since he's had any at all, and relief floods him almost immediately as he passes the bowl back. This is what he needed: to loosen up. Take his mind off things for awhile.

Eddie exhales, smoke unfurling in lazy curls from his mouth.]

Y'know I got us a house? It was perfect. Just big enough for the both of us. Except now it feels...way too big. Empty.