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[alwayskayaking]

Duplicity Inbox

You've reached Tim Stoker. I'm out at the moment. Leave me a message and I'll return your call soon.

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[notnotsasha]

[She lets that go, for if that's the last thing Tim remembers (even if it wasn't really her) before coming here? There's no reason to go on about it.]

Jon doesn't do well with suspicion or paranoia, as we can see. And that's how I got a citation. I'll go tomorrow. I don't want to, but.

[alwayskayaking]

But it will only get worse if you don't. [He frowns. So worried about what they'll do to her.] I'll go with you? As far as they'll let me accompany you.

[notnotsasha]

I won't complain if you want to come with me. Just... [A worried expression darkens her features slightly.] I don't know what's going to happen, and I don't want you to react poorly if something bad comes out. Like... I dunno. Shock collars or mind fuckery, I guess. I don't want you to get into trouble, too.

[alwayskayaking]

Whatever happens? [He pauses to take her hand and bring them up to his mouth. Gently placing a kiss on each of her knuckles before he continues.] We'll get through it together.

[notnotsasha]

[There's no real shock collars, per se, at Sasha's punishment. She's given a bracelet that does send shocks if she forgets to address a Dominant in proper fashion. Something to the effect of, I'm hungry and I would like to have dinner. If it pleases you, Sir. Or Madam, depending. Fail? There's a shock of a reminder to mind her manners from the bracelet. It's all about as exciting as sitting through a boring lecture, but Sasha recognizes that it could be so much worse. Only three days of irritating.]


(ooc: We can ftb.)