[Chishiya hums, tilting his head and ignoring the quib about his text. A short three-word message to Kuina. In case Phyre had decided to kill him on sight and not talk.]
And yet you did. You text me about drinks and threaten me.
[He watches the stars again, the same deep darkness that exist always. The stars change at alarmingly slow rates, the same constellations for thousands of years.]
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And yet you did. You text me about drinks and threaten me.
[He watches the stars again, the same deep darkness that exist always. The stars change at alarmingly slow rates, the same constellations for thousands of years.]
Alright.