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audio | morning 234

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[Vague message is vague. It's probably a medical request, though, because why would Karkat come to him for anything else? Stephen switches on his audio without a second thought; it's been well over a week since his pain levels were low enough for typing.]

Sure. Sure, how can I help?

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[... Shit. He doesn't want to switch. Sorry, Stephen, but he's sticking with text.]

OK GOOD, YOU'RE ON BOARD. IT'S SIMPLE AND YOU'VE PROBABLY BEEN DOING IT ANYWAY BUT NEVERMIND THAT NOW, JUST
DON'T TELL ANYONE ABOUT MY BLOOD. ALRIGHT? I MEAN I GUESS THE HUMAN TYPE IS FINE BUT NOTHING ELSE. EVEN IF THEY ASK.

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[That's fine, half the people here use text in the face of his audio anyway. He just...can't, and the shitty punctuation he gets with voice to text drives him nuts.]

Oh...kay.

[He doesn't mean to sound incredulous. Or okay, he does, but he thinks better of it a second later.]

I mean, okay. I can do that. I mean, not do that. Is there a reason I should know about?

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NO IT'S
THERE'S NO REAL REASON. EVERYTHING'S FINE.
IT'S JUST NOT SOMETHING I WANT PEOPLE KNOWING? LIKE SURE YOU HUMANS HAVE THE SAME COLOR BLOOD BUT IT'S DIFFERENT FOR US.
I COULD HAVE SWORN I ALREADY TOLD YOU ABOUT THIS, BUT WHATEVER. THAT'S ALL.

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You did, I think. I might have talked about it with Doctor Watson, but it really hasn't come up since then.

Did something happen?

[Why now, he means.]

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NO? NOT YET, BUT THAT'S THE WHOLE PROBLEM. I SHOULD HAVE TOLD YOU TO KEEP THIS SHIT TO YOURSELF TO BEGIN WITH.
ANYWAY, THAT WAS ALL. SORRY TO BOTHER YOU.

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Alright.

[Weird for it to come out of nowhere like this, but maybe the kid's been stewing on it. Stephen thinks to himself that it's extraordinarily unlikely to be an issue in this place, but it's not like it hurts him any to just go on not telling people about it.]

Everything else okay? How's the arm?

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OH. SHIT, RIGHT. I WAS SUPPOSED TO CHECK IN WITH SOMEONE ABOUT THAT.
IT'S, I DON'T KNOW, I THINK IT'S ALMOST BACK TO NORMAL? HOW DO I KNOW FOR SURE. SHOULD I JUST MEET ONE OF YOU DOCTORS OR WHAT?

[He. Kind of doesn't want to. Maybe he doesn't have to? Fuck.]

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Normally I'd schedule you for an x-ray, but basically? You'll know it's probably healed when it stops hurting. If you were human I'd expect that to happen about six weeks after the break.

Where are you now? I'm coming back west; I could try to meet with you.

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WELL. FUCK.
I'M NEAR THE CONVENIENCE STORE WITH THE CAT. WE'RE PLANNING ON GETTING FOOD AND BRINGING IT EAST? OR WHEREVER THERE'S A DROP OFF POINT, FUCK IF I KNOW WHAT THE SYSTEM IS RIGHT NOW. I'LL LOOK IT UP.

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I should be out of the ruins by tomorrow, if I am where I think I am. I'll come up your way; I'm looking for supplies myself.

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WHY WOULD YOU NOT BE WHERE YOU THINK YOU ARE?

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It all looks the same in here. I've been making my way through a bunch of pitch black ruins for most of a week.

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OH. SHIT, OK. BE CAREFUL OUT THERE, RIGHT? I MEAN I'M NOT EVEN SURE IF PITCH BLACK = MORE ANOMALIES, BUT STILL.

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I'm guessing not, since I haven't seen any. Helps that I'm alone, probably.

[It's about the only thing that's helped by being alone.]

You be careful, too. I'll see you in a couple of days.

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OK. SEE YOU THEN.