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[timmers]

"This is Tim. Can't talk, so leave me a message and I'll get back to you."   

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[wiccant]

Protective. I doubt they'd hurt anyone who wasn't in their space.
I didn't, but I can find it again.

[timmers]

Sounds more peaceful than I thought. Maybe we should bring a picnic.

We can put it on our to-do list.

How've you been?

[wiccant]

Packing a few snacks is never a bad idea.

Busier than I expected, considering I have so few actual responsibilities.

How about you?

[timmers]

I didn't know you were a college student.

Moving in, mostly.
Got dragged into living with the kids. Plus an extra large one.

It's a little weird hanging out with people who aren't who you're used to them being.

[wiccant]

I probably should be in college. I was a little busy back home though and now I'm just kind of taking a break. Maybe later.

The kids?

Are they from a different side of the multiverse than you, or?

[timmers]

Makes sense. Take an online degree unless you want to go for the keg stands.

A gremlin and a farm boy- neither of them are from my world, but the demon brat comes close. He's technically my other self's adoptive little brother, though.

[wiccant]

Sadly, I don't think I'd get any work done at home. Better to be distracted by keg stands than face-hugging tiny cthulhus.

So technically not from your universe but they're from a universe where you're around?

[timmers]

Cthulhus?

Yeah, other me was here for a while, they say. I heard he even partly-owned a club.

...So about that Cthulhu situation, is this a reoccuring thing or a euphemism?

[wiccant]

A club called Trixie?
I live in the Sanctum, home of the Sorcerer Supreme of my universe. He eats cthulhu-like creatures for some reason.
Every once in a while they escape.