This isn't an invitation to start talking again-- no way. Crazy grandpa. But-- things have been a mess lately. So... don't read into it, but I hope you and your brother are doing okay. If you aren't, none of my business.
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You don't need to reply to this.
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Better if you don't. Like I said, soooo not my problem.
Hello Mabel, I couldn't help but notice your distress regarding that Owl that stranger had. I wanted to know if everything was all right. [ Nah, he's just here to schmooze. ]
[Mabel, prepare to be confused, because a ridiculously excited looking Pacifica has just appeared on your comm. In a princess costume. With perfect hair and make-up. Also grinning.]
[Asher has never been very good at keeping secrets- It's a miracle he survived working under Annalise Keating for this long.
He leans against the doorway, a growing bicep resting against old wood. Perhaps it's best to come clean- He's better at speaking honestly and from the heart.]
'Ay guuuurl.
[Asher sports a variation of his douchey grin, though this one is less cocky and more affectionate. Even though Mabel's door is open, he feels the need to knock on the doorframe anyway.]
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