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[daturameloxia]

Hello, you've reached Wylan.

[A pause, and then a quiet,] What else do I say? Oh.

Please leave a message and, um, I will be with you as soon as I can. Thank you!

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[daturameloxia]

I… of course I do! [Indignant, as if there were even a question to his liking such kind gifts.

Nevermind that he doesn’t know how to react to them, given that everything had been loaded with his father and Kaz made deals.]

I had been working on a dreamless sleep tonic for Wash. [He doesn’t need to explain how fruitless that effort had been.] It may work for you.

[bluediligence]

[ ... Cute ... ]

Glad to hear it! [ She hadn't been sure that he would. Just. She'd done her best, and she'd hoped. ] There's one more thing that I wanted to offer, too — but it's just that; an offer. No strings, and no hard feelings if you'd rather not.

[ A dreamless sleep tonic for Wash, huh … ]

Wash-nii's supersoldier constitution continues to be a massive pain in the butt. [ Said with the genuine fondness of a little sister who has wanted SO BADLY, for years now, to find ways to help him. ]

How does it work?