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[adoptalizard]

first.last@compass.net (3) (no subject) D12 63:19PM first.last@compass.net (6) Re: Mission D11 8:01PM first.last@compass.net (12) [text] D10 9:35AM

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[adoptalizard]

[ um. wow. jackson's sort of just.... too stunned to be snarky here, just muttering a little dazed ]

Um. Thanks.

[117]

... you don't have to thank me.

[adoptalizard]

I already did, get over it.

[117]

Is this a new thing?

[adoptalizard]

What, me thanking you? [ snort, and his snark is intact again ] Not likely. You only get two a year, and you've used up both.

[117]

Lucky me.

[adoptalizard]

You'd rather I don't thank you? Are you a masochist, Chief?

[117]

I tried to kill you. I think you're the masochist.

[adoptalizard]

Yeah, well, I was a murderous lizard for a while. Shit happens.

[117]

I see.

[adoptalizard]

And Wes actually did kill me. And then I actually did kill Wes. So, whatever, I owe you a psychotic rampage somewhere down the line.

[117]

It's Wesley, though.

[adoptalizard]

The point is forget about it. No big deal.

[117]

John. [it's a reward for him. something that he's earned that he should be proud of it.]

[adoptalizard]

[ hold on, nonsequitor ]

Who's John?

[117]

...

Me.

[adoptalizard]

[ there's a serious pause here, as his eyebrows lift in nonsarcastic surprise. that's his name. chief gave him his name. the classified one.

holy shit.

a small smile pulls at his lips, and he's grateful. despite how he goes back to joking like a shit after ]

Seriously? Wow, I didn't expect it to be so boring. I thought it was gonna be like Maximus or Leonidas or something.

[117]

[it's a little awkward because it's how people get into his inner circle. his ever shrinking inner circle.]

I'm just John.

[adoptalizard]

[ Either way, the small smile on his lips is something warmed and genuine. He does appreciate it. ]

Alright. Just John. Makes it easy. [ A pause, and then he looks down for a second before adding - ] Thanks.

[117]

Keep in mind you cannot use it in public or on open channels. But. You can call me that.

[adoptalizard]

So I should cancel that mass text I was just writing?

Joking. I'll keep it to myself.

[117]

No one would believe you.

[117]

I'd hate to kill you if you did.