[Garrett is currently holding a very large bone over his head, trying in earnest to keep it away from Ox and Blue's greedy mouths. It is, upon further inspection, a human femur. Behind him, a black French bulldog (Max) is chasing a disembodied skeletal foot around the room.]
[Normally, given Hawke's trepidation with seeing him, at all, ever, he'd stick to text. But, at the moment, he neither has the focus nor calm to fuss with technology and switch out of the video Garrett has started. Thus, a face full of panicked and frazzled skeleton.]
Gracias a dios! You found it! I've been-- ay!
[The yelp comes in perfect time that the little bulldog nips at the hopping heal.]
And the dogs trying to chew on me. It's very slobbery and somewhat painful to be chewed on and all-in-all unpleasant. I'm also very fragile. Can you tell me where I'm hopping to? Is that your room?
My suite, yes. [In an extremely calm tone.] Would you excuse me for a moment?
[Looking extremely cool and collected, Garrett calmly puts down Héctor's femur on top of the bookshelf- then lunges at Max almost frantically. Once he has the skeletal foot in hand, he returns to his phone, once again resuming his casual air.]
[It takes less than five minutes for him to find Héctor. Fuck, he looks pathetic. It takes some effort to not let it show on his face when he approaches.]
Héctor, it's been too long. [Just skating right past the reason it's been so long, tra la la.] I believe I have something of yours.
[Yup. Yup. Totally fine. Totally not talking about any reason why it's been a while.
(The reason is him, it's always him.)
He rises to his... foot. The empty pant leg dangles loosely, and he wobbles a little but keeps standing, especially with the help of the stair rail.]
Ha. Yes. I'm really sorry for the hassle. I wasn't paying attention when the dogs came by. To be honest, I didn't really get to see if they weren't hellhounds or something else...
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Héctor. Are you missing anything?
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Gracias a dios! You found it! I've been-- ay!
[The yelp comes in perfect time that the little bulldog nips at the hopping heal.]
I've been looking everywhere!
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-Can you feel that?
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[No small amount of dismay there.]
And the dogs trying to chew on me. It's very slobbery and somewhat painful to be chewed on and all-in-all unpleasant. I'm also very fragile. Can you tell me where I'm hopping to? Is that your room?
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[Looking extremely cool and collected, Garrett calmly puts down Héctor's femur on top of the bookshelf- then lunges at Max almost frantically. Once he has the skeletal foot in hand, he returns to his phone, once again resuming his casual air.]
Don't get up, I'll come to you.
[lsdfkjjglkfdfgh.]
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Instead, he vaguely feels one piece of him put down and another grabbed away from tiny little teeth. And there's Garrett once again.]
...Thank you. Um. Should I... Are you sure?
I am in the hotel at the moment. Just downstairs.
[He'll be sitting on the staircase, to be specific.]
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No. No, I'm fine. Just my leg.
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[It takes less than five minutes for him to find Héctor. Fuck, he looks pathetic. It takes some effort to not let it show on his face when he approaches.]
Héctor, it's been too long. [Just skating right past the reason it's been so long, tra la la.] I believe I have something of yours.
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(The reason is him, it's always him.)
He rises to his... foot. The empty pant leg dangles loosely, and he wobbles a little but keeps standing, especially with the help of the stair rail.]
Ha. Yes. I'm really sorry for the hassle. I wasn't paying attention when the dogs came by. To be honest, I didn't really get to see if they weren't hellhounds or something else...
[Shut up, a voice in his head groans.]
Anyway, thank you.