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[diagenesis]

[lmao fuck phone conversations entirely. his tone is genial when he replies,]

John. What can I do for you?

[Because no one contacts someone else without wanting something.]

[adiuvio]

Got a lead on a job down by the river.

Think I remember you saying you were a boating man.

[diagenesis]

[There's no indication of it in his voice, but there's a shiver of amusement that passes over his face.]

Are you asking for my help?

[adiuvio]

[ There's a pause, amusement shared, and a good-natured huff before he responds. ]

Well, when you put it that way. Sure am.

[diagenesis]

Mm.

[A slight pause. Then,]

When and where?

[adiuvio]

Tomorrow. The docks, then the river. Might be a ways.

[diagenesis]

I've a boat moored at the docks. It shouldn't be a difficulty.

[A faint pause, then,]

Until tomorrow.

[adiuvio]

Until then.

[ He hangs up. ]