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[gistful]

Midnight Hotel. How may I help you?

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[denyamenti]

[ Bakura accepts the handset with a faintly raised eyebrow. ]

Djadjut.

[ Yeah, he knew who was on the other end. ]

[gistful]

Thank you.

[denyamenti]

Your house is compromised, straight man. See to fixing it.

[gistful]

[Hmn. What did Erskine say to him? Bakura hasn't be around often, but Anton didn't quite recall that level of terseness.]

Progress is oftentimes a slow process. Sometimes, best left to people outside the house.

[denyamenti]

Evidently.

[gistful]

[Unexpectedly terse or not, Anton rather thought it was protective. Protective of Erskine. He can work with that. If anything, it makes him feel more certain in what he's about to ask.]

Then you won't object to speaking with me within the next few days, at a private location of your choice.

[denyamenti]

We'll see.

[ That's going to depend a lot on Erskine's state when he gets back to the Hotel. ]

[gistful]

At your discretion.

[And he hangs up.]