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Slade shook his head and picked up his cell phone, sending a text meassage to his son, daughter, wife, and lover, just in case any of them decided to come by the penthouse in the next couple of hours. [Ex-robin crashed on the couch.]

//Now, start thinking about how in hell you're going to explain to Wintergreen that you offered the boy a job, Wilson.//

Date: 2008-10-14 06:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] masked-merc.livejournal.com
Slade stared at the phone for a second, then shook his head, typing back, [...Not that Robin.]

Date: 2008-10-14 06:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tm-wintergreen.livejournal.com
[Ahh...well then. I'll be in late, to see what the fuss is over.]

Date: 2008-10-14 06:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] masked-merc.livejournal.com
[Alright. Addie's decreed he's staying for dinner,] Slade warned.

Date: 2008-10-14 06:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tm-wintergreen.livejournal.com
Wintergreen stared at that for a long moment, before replying, in jest. [Is she developing a taste for birdlings too?]

Date: 2008-10-14 06:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] masked-merc.livejournal.com
[I would not want to be her cousin right now. At all. Nice not to be the one she's angry at.]

Date: 2008-10-14 06:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tm-wintergreen.livejournal.com
[I can imagine.] Wintergreen laughed at it, and then slipped his phone away so he could continue on his own fact finding trail.

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