[He nods without meeting Jet's gaze. Of course he's okay to do that. What else would he rather be doing right now? What else can he do?]
On it. Go get him and smack some sense into that thick skull. [Before they lose him, too.] ... Sorry, Jet. [A quiet apology, but an apology nonetheless. Rare as fuck from Ghoul's end. He gives Jet a quick salute and heads for the bathroom to sit with what's left of Party Poison for as long as he possibly can.]
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On it. Go get him and smack some sense into that thick skull. [Before they lose him, too.] ... Sorry, Jet. [A quiet apology, but an apology nonetheless. Rare as fuck from Ghoul's end. He gives Jet a quick salute and heads for the bathroom to sit with what's left of Party Poison for as long as he possibly can.]