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[dadication]

"Busy. Leave a message."

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[gr1m]

You nearby?

[Around 'noon, and it's pretty easy to tell he means the farmhouse- yet he hadn't really bothered to look outside.

Something quiet in his tone.]

voice ; late november

[blitzcheer]

[ Is Soldier 76 one to be suspicious when he gets a hum through the amulet from somebody he doesn't know? It's difficult to say if he will know who it is reaching out to him when the thrum this early afternoon comes, only that there is someone trying to get in contact with him, and they don't mind waiting a while for him to 'pick up'.

Because even Tidus isn't sure if he'll get through to the man. Is it possible to just think and want and bam, it happens?

But, when it turns out it is: ]

Hey, guy with all the great adult advice! [ That would be a lot more sarcastic if Tidus wasn't just relieved to get the connection going. It still is a little anyway. ] What's up? You still interested in magic and doing anything?

[gr1m]

You around the house?

[It was easier to use the crystal than just call out, more so when he was milling about in the backyard, having cleared out snow and was checking on the lantern that was helping keep the property safe. Those little butterflies made of hope fluttering about it and sort of flitting about the entire property here and there.

Really, it kept the dread away but still allowed snow around the farm- Gabriel had been checking on Roxy, making sure that her stable was still keeping in warmth for her. His own paw prints visible in the snow from where he'd been pacing about a little after.]

you know wheeeeeeeeeen

[gr1m]

[Well, things had started to settle down again. Return to what was basically 'normal' for a place like this, things moved on and it still felt like there'd always be something more. That could be nothing more than the start of something else.

Still, things settled, and Gabriel was coming back from running a few errands, leading Roxy to her fenced in area as he unsaddled her, taking bags with him towards the house itself—]

Jack? I'm back.

[Dogs had no doubt sounded something of his return home already, perking up without barking since his movements were familiar to them.]