Seems we share more than a neighborhood--we share friends.
It's been brought to my attention that a...syndicate of some sort is behind this. It also seems that they were responsible for abducting my son some time back.
I'm doing what I can to help. If you'd care to lend a hand, I could absolutely use one.
[If, for no other reason, than he doesn't trust himself not to do something stupid because it got personal.]
Precisely. I'm still learning the ins and outs of this place, but what I DO know reminds me far too much of someone I know back home.
To be perfectly honest, in a situation like this I could use a conscience. Mine is in short supply. However, a banshee would not be unwelcome if you hear the universe as you say you do.
It's not often someone asks me to be their conscience but I can try if you really are worried about your own. As for hearing, it would be ideal if there was something I could touch.
[About an hour after this text post, there's a quiet knock at her door, and when it opens there's a small box with a chocolate Swiss army knife inside, and a note in elegant, masculine handwriting.]
Made me think of you: a vital survival tool cast in chocolate.
You are definitely sweet. Sweet like dark chocolate--it can be made very sweet indeed, superficially delightful, but even the darkest stuff has hidden sweetness. Fruit notes through the bitterness and the sharp, exotic complexities of pure cacao, undiluted by sugar and cream.
I much prefer the sweetness of dark chocolate to milk chocolate. Every single time.
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