The Underground IC Contact

[emotioneater]

"You've reached Cooper. You know what t'do."

IC contact for phone calls, texts, e-mails, Skype, and all other forms of technology.

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[emotioneater]

When I thought you'd do something t'help them out, I didn't think you meant anything quite this big. 'N you're right. You do sound mental.

[Still, she has courage and he can respect that.]

I can't speak for the rest of my nest, but I'll throw my full support behind you when the time comes. For whatever that's worth to you.

[acrookedchild]

[Nests. Packs. Covens.

No one had ever taught her to expect to see this many similarities with the other groups. To feel such kinship with them all. But it's there none the less.]

Thank you. That--

That really means a lot to me.

I'm... not planning anything dramatic for awhile. So, hopefully you won't need to for a long time.

[emotioneater]

It's no trouble. I wouldn't be much of a person if I didn't stick by people when they needed me.

[His rash words will probably come back to bite him in the ass eventually. He means them all the same.]

Let me know if anything comes up, girlie. I'm always happy to help out a friend.

[acrookedchild]

Thanks. Even just-- Just for talking to me. It really helps.

[She can, at least, breathe a little more easily now. Try to tell herself this isn't completely insane.]

[emotioneater]

Think nothing of it. I'm just good at listening 'n talking, I suppose.

[He'd learned how to perfect the art of it over several lifetimes.]

[acrookedchild]

I appreciate it. Really.

[But it's late. At least for her. So, she smiles a little as she says:]

I'll let you go.

Thanks again.

Don't be a stranger, okay?

[emotioneater]

Of course not. My life would settle down too much if I kept to myself. G'night, Abigail.

[He hung up, strangely feeling better about Abigail's position then he had in any of their previous conversations.