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This is Kid. Please leave a message and I will get back to you.

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@ofcorpse; ass o'clock 176; voice

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Wot'cher up to, Kiddy? Haven't gone to Abney Park yet, have you? Pick up if you're alive~

lol

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[With the cough syrup (the equivalent of Children's Robitussin, thanks to Dr. Watson), Kid has been very sleepy. Meaning he is actually half-asleep when Undertaker calls. Startled from his daze, he fumbles to turn the voice function on to reply.]

Ah--who is--

[It takes him a few moments to figure out what he's listening to.] --yes, I'm alive, I was sleeping.

Why are you calling so late? [He sounds sleepy, only partly awake. It keeps taking him a moment to put his words together as he tries to sound more alert than he is.] Are...you all right?

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Hoh? I'm surprised.

[He'd figured that Kid would still be wide awake, but the voice on the other end does sound groggy. Undertaker might feel guilty for disturbing his sleep if he wasn't incapable of feeling anything but floating sensations at the moment.]

Never been better~! I just woke up and thought I'd check in.

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That'm alive, or that'm sleeping?

[The voice sounds groggy, still slurring words together...and maybe just a smidgen crabby.]

Checkin' in at this hour? [Now he's sitting up, rubbing his eyes.] ...what d'you expect of a check-in then? Status report? Hello? Video of th'room? It's dark so there's nothing t'see.

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Bit of both, perhaps?

[His own voice still carries the same lilt to it, but it's less focused than before. Even after having fallen asleep for a few hours, he hasn't been able to pull himself far away from where he'd conked out on the floor.]

That's alright; I don't think I could focus on a video at the moment. I only wanted to know if you were doing well, after our little talk.

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Y'sound intoxicated.

[Leave it to Kid, loopy on cough medicine, to still use 'intoxicated' in a sentence.]

I'm...okay. Dr. Watson got medicine for me. I didn' ask him, he just insisted. Cough syrup. I kept sayin' supplies are limited and I'm used coughing...but he said I needed it. [You're missing out on quite the wrinkled nose, Undertaker.] Tastes awful.

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[The giggle from his end does nothing to dispel that notion, even if he's quick to protest.]

No, not I! Been fishy about the gills enough times to know it, ^hee hee~ I took a tablet I found, that's all.

[That's all.]

But it's working for you, isn't it?

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You took medicine without knowin' what it was? That's--s'not very smart.

[If Undertaker was about to be happy about the cough medication, the ragged coughing on the line suggests that the medicine hasn't been helping all that much.]

It helps a little bit. Mostly, it makes me real sleepy.

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On the contrary~, now I know what it does.

[He tsk's a bit at the coughing.]

Better than miserable and wide awake. Though I suppose I'm not helping with that.

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Tryin' medicine to see what it does prob--probably contributed to that big scar you've got on your face. You--you aren't supposed t'wait till after you've taken it.

[Rude, Kid.

Anyway, he clears his throat warily from the cough.]

S'okay. I'm only so sleepy right after takin' it, and after waking up. S'not so bad after a little bit.

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[Undertaker takes the jab about his scar in stride, at least.] Is that what you think~?

Funny you should bring that up. I was just wondering who gave you such a jump that it gave you those interesting white streaks in your hair. ^Hee hee...

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Not really-- [There's a muted thud as Kid sinks back onto the floor.] Looks like y'got sliced from something sharp. On your face, that'd be from a person with a weapon, 'specially at that angle. Someone stitched it up nicely for you, though.

[That's a...rather descriptive idea about a scar from who appears to be a young teen.

As for Kid's hair, he bristles.] They're hid--hideous.

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[The observation actually surprises him a bit, just because not many people speculate on how his wounds were made. At least not out loud, and not in polite company.]

Mm. [It's a noncommittal hum from him, a pause before Kid saves him from having to comment further.]

Not sure if I'd go that far... but they are curious.

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That isn't an answer. Y'don't get to ask me stuff and not talk too--isn't that how you're supposed to do this?

[Kid is ordinarily polite company, and works fairly hard to do so. Unfortunately, the cough syrup is plenty to turn him into something else entirely. He's tremendously addled. Sorry.]

They're unbalanced--only wrapping halfway 'round. It's disgustingly asymmetrical!

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Rules are there to be broken, you know? But if you need to know, you aren't entirely wrong.

[He tsks lightly, thinking to himself.] So that's your thing, is it? Obsessed with symmetry. That's one I haven't run into, before.

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Rules don't exist to get broken. Otherwise, why bother?

[Coughing, the teen turns back to the tablet that he's set on the floor.]

It's not--not a thing--I simply prefer balance. And I would not... [He hesitates, choosing his words carefully.] Wouldn't choose obsessed. ...Dedicated, maybe?

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If you say so~

However you want to say it doesn't matter to me. I'm obsessed with laughter, you know? [As if it wasn't very obvious.]

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[He sighs, almost longing.]

I think bein' obsessed with laughter is prob'ly better, overall. Except at funerals and when people are dead--bit problematic for you, y'know.

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[Wow Kid, you probably would feel better if you laughed a little.]

Of course it is. Laughter's the most precious thing in the world. [He doesn't understand why Kid doesn't just dye the white parts over, if it bothers him that much.]

And I told you, I take my job veeery seriously. I wouldn't ruin someone's last, most important day like that~

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Maybe after life, mmm...can't laugh if you're dead.

[Kid has spent a lot of time and money trying the hair dye plan. Hasn't worked. Undertaker could ask Stein all about the Lines of Sanzu and their connection to the divine, their connection to the current Grim Reaper. Nope--he can't do a damn thing about them, not even here.

And yes, he could stand to laugh more.]

Good. That's good. [He sniffs, a hint of relief in his tone.] I'm glad.

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Really? I think the dead laugh more at the living than you might think...

[There's a short pause as he tries to see if he can sit up again, but it's not happening. So he just rests his head next to his tablet again.]

Been to many funerals, yourself?

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I don't spend lots of time 'round souls after, you know. Unless something's gone wrong--and they're not laughing.

[He coughs, the sound awkward and loud as he remains on the floor next to his tablet.]

No. I've seen lots through father's mirror, but I've not gone to too many. I've been t'some for Meisters, or Weapons, as a representative of the Academy.

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There's a few words there you're going to need to explain.

[He actually speaks a bit of German, but he has a feeling that anything he might assume would be wrong.]

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[Kid rolls on the floor to be more comfortable, blinking.]

What words?

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Let's start with Meisters.