[He's waking up as he receives this, late in the morning after a bar shift last night, groaning as he moves on his makeshift floor-bed. His muscles have been quite sore from corruption, which is made worse by sleeping on the hard floor. His bed is too small, so this is what it is. Slowly, he pushes himself up to sitting, scrubbing his face. He's at least not hungover- a few people have given him a wake-up call about his drinking and he's been trying to do better.
He didn't expect to hear from Mel like this. He'd honestly thought she gave him her contact information just as a platitude because he was down when they met, or maybe just as one of those things politicians do for networking. Never know when a connection might come in handy, et cetera. He didn't think she'd call just to check in- and so he gets the feeling this might be more than a check-in, anyway.
His voice is still thick and gruff with sleep when he answers.]
Oh. Mel. [He clears his throat.] Yeah, I can talk. I'm... Still kicking, at least. How're you?
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Date: 2025-06-20 08:50 pm (UTC)He didn't expect to hear from Mel like this. He'd honestly thought she gave him her contact information just as a platitude because he was down when they met, or maybe just as one of those things politicians do for networking. Never know when a connection might come in handy, et cetera. He didn't think she'd call just to check in- and so he gets the feeling this might be more than a check-in, anyway.
His voice is still thick and gruff with sleep when he answers.]
Oh. Mel. [He clears his throat.] Yeah, I can talk. I'm... Still kicking, at least. How're you?