[ two minutes and fourteen seconds later, in the most transparent possible attempt to change the subject (and therefore his brain) away from rufus at the bdsm club, ]
[Meaning there is a slim, yet non-zero, possibility that someday he might text Tseng and Tseng might be at the Naked Yolk. With someone else. With someone who isn't him. And he would still answer the text.
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[It's a joke, clearly, and not just because what idiot would harbor complaints about Tseng going to town on them, anyway.]
I'll remember that, if for some reason I can't get hold of you. I'll assume you're otherwise occupied.
[With someone else. In the BDSM club. Ensuring that they have no complaints. Fuck.]
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[ shiva. ]
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I'm making stir-fried string beans and noodles.
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Fuck. Fuck.]
I haven't eaten yet.
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[He needs to go stare at himself in the bathroom mirror for 8.5 minutes first, so as to make sure he doesn't look a fool when he arrives.]