Despite how drained he felt, shoulders curved inward, practically hugging the side of the table, Erskine could still muster enough wherewithal for a raised eyebrow at Bakura's little joke.
"At least try not to kill Valdis, all right? She knows enough about me that she shouldn't put up with me, but she does. Almost as well as Anton does. I can't replace her. You...?" He let the word trail off into an "ehhh" kind of sound, as if to say 'it'd be tricky, but possible,' and gave a little half-hearted shrug.
Yes, Bakura, that was a joke.
To help illustrate that it was a joke he let out a soft huff of a laugh.
Radio. "Ah... right. Yes. I... should probably do that." A sudden surge of anxiety gripped him at the thought. Did Anton even know about the fire yet? What if he did? Would he even let him back into the Hotel? What if...? Erskine closed his eyes, trying to fight down the anxiety, the panic. If this was somehow the last straw--and to be fair, if anything could be considered a last straw, arson just might be it--what would he do? How the hell would he survive? He hadn't been lying when he'd said that Valdis was one of the only people willing to put up with him, and there was no way he'd make it on his own. Not like this.
When he spoke next there was an edge of panic in his voice, no matter how hard he tried to disguise it. "Yes. Thanks. I'll make it quick."
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"At least try not to kill Valdis, all right? She knows enough about me that she shouldn't put up with me, but she does. Almost as well as Anton does. I can't replace her. You...?" He let the word trail off into an "ehhh" kind of sound, as if to say 'it'd be tricky, but possible,' and gave a little half-hearted shrug.
Yes, Bakura, that was a joke.
To help illustrate that it was a joke he let out a soft huff of a laugh.
Radio. "Ah... right. Yes. I... should probably do that." A sudden surge of anxiety gripped him at the thought. Did Anton even know about the fire yet? What if he did? Would he even let him back into the Hotel? What if...? Erskine closed his eyes, trying to fight down the anxiety, the panic. If this was somehow the last straw--and to be fair, if anything could be considered a last straw, arson just might be it--what would he do? How the hell would he survive? He hadn't been lying when he'd said that Valdis was one of the only people willing to put up with him, and there was no way he'd make it on his own. Not like this.
When he spoke next there was an edge of panic in his voice, no matter how hard he tried to disguise it. "Yes. Thanks. I'll make it quick."