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[bestofall]

You have reached Festival, king of entertainers and entertainer of kings. I'm fairly certain this device will allow you to leave a message. Best of luck with that.


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[bestofall]

[It was a very toothy yawn; with Festival's amiable nature one might almost forget he has a mouthful of daggers.]

A nightcap, eh? That does sound nice.

[He chuckles. He knows that's not what's meant.]

[sleight_of_fate]

[And most excellent teeth they are! Rhys can appreciate natural weaponry, especially when it still manages to be sort of cute.]

Well, a nightcap too, maybe, but make sure you're drinking enough liquids that aren't alcohol.

[His own smile isn't nearly as impressively toothy, but it's sincere.]

I won't fuss, though. Just as long as you're getting rest.

[bestofall]

Yes, yes, mother, you're not fussing in the slightest.

I'll have a glass of warm milk and put myself to bed, don't you worry.

[sleight_of_fate]

[Rhys laughs, because he knows himself too well. He's the type to try and fix things, and it's a tendency that gets away from him sometime.]

Good, then I'll leave you alone to get some rest. But if you need anything, feel free to let me know.

[It's the least he can do.]

[bestofall]

Of course. I'll have you bringing me room service in no time.

[No, he won't.]

[sleight_of_fate]

Hey, if I'm gonna wear a collar here I may as well be useful, right?

[Another quiet chuckle.]

I'll talk to you soon. Have a good nap.