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[ The feed turns on, and some people may recognize the familiar face of Reggie Mantle that graces the screen-- albeit, looking slightly differently than the last time he was here. His hair is a little bit longer, and he's rocking a very classy, tasteful black-shirt-black-vest ensemble, topped off with a pair of dark, dark sunglasses and a toothpick idly perched in his mouth. ]

Yo. Don't call it a comeback or anything, but you can all relax now and stop missing me so much. It's me, Reggie-- or "Mantle the Magnificent", as some of you may know me better. Here I am. [ Whether he likes it or not, babey...! ] And apparently some of you wasted no freaking time before robbing me. You know who you are: give me my shit back. Give me my car and my dog back.

[ He's pretty sure he knows who you are, too, and so is being extremely generous by not making this a naming-names sort of call-out. But his much-emptier-than-usual apartment is probably somewhat visible behind him anyway.

Reggie's not interested in dealing with that right now, though, not after everything else he's just been through. Investigating the looting and the other messes made in his apartment can... wait, at least one night. ]

Has it really only been like, a week since I left, though? Cuz for me it was almost a year. I mean, at least I didn't miss Christmas, but suddenly I'm like, five months away from turning 18.

[ N B D. On either count; Christmas is still a few months away back home, so that would have sucked, but he's not nearly as close to his 18th birthday there as he is now. He reaches up as if to adjust his sunglasses, then catches himself, dropping his hand before he touches them and focusing instead on just opening his bedroom door. ]

The age of lap dances. Just in case anyone wants to start planning the surprise party now.

[ He sets his communicator down, moving off-screen to change into something a little more comfortable, but he doesn't switch the feed off yet-- it isn't long before he appears on-screen again, still wearing his sunglasses, but now also wearing a blue hoodie instead of (or possibly over) his other clothes, and has swapped his toothpick out for a candy cane (since of course he picked some up). Wasting no time trying to settle back in, apparently. ]

But y'know, it feels weird as hell going home and then ending up back here... and I don't mean just cuz some people will break into your place and either rob you or bleed all over it. [ He's not dealing with that right now. Moving on: ] More like how it feels like having whiplash and a hangover at the same time-- like, that can't be that good for our brains.

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[ ... probably best not to scare him. ]

... you're right. It's probably nothing. Your dog must have a strong bite to have gotten that much blood on the floor.

Well he is half-pitbull, half bulldog. So yeah, his bite's probably pretty gnarly.

[ Let him believe this, okay?? ]

So... if you had planned on staying over, were you going to bring the dog? Because Salem might not appreciate it.

I don't know-- does it matter? I don't have to bring him next time.

Next time?

You never know.

Uh, we'll see about that.

Will we? But I thought you missed me, Sabrina.

[ A slight pause. ]

Well, that's because... [ She sighs. ] It's going to sound dumb.

I doubt it. Go ahead.

[ He wants to hear this. ]

[ She looks away, her expression rather sheepish. ]

You're from Riverdale, which is basically next door to Greendale. So it's sort of like... having a connection to home?

[ Oh, he gets that. More than she probably realizes. ]

Yeah. Why would I think that's dumb?

[ It's not an easy feat to allow herself to be slightly vulnerable and open with someone she barely knows, though maybe it does help that he's from home. Proximity to home. ]

... I don't really know. I guess I thought that it would sound... crazy.

Why? Like, it's true-- having people from home here is just different.

Maybe, but... we were basically strangers until a chance encounter.

[ Except... ]

... I am glad, to be honest.

Me too. [ And he even means it. ] No reason we gotta stay strangers now.

[ She cracks a smile, her face flushed. ]

No, definitely not.

[ Maybe, just maybe, she might be alright in this world. A little, at least. ]

Maybe we should have a sleepover sometime. I want to hear about Riverdale. [ Oh. ] Uh, a G rated sleepover, just to make that clear.

Maybe we should.

[ Reggie doesn't necessarily always want to talk about Riverdale, but-- with someone who's familiar, that sounds kind of nice. Anyway, there are still good things about Riverdale worth remembering and talking about; as much as Reggie enjoys the break from small town life and hometown problems, it is still his home.

He holds up his hands. ]

PG at most, I promise.

Okay. You're on, Mantle.

[ She might enjoy getting to talk about Greendale a bit herself, harboring so many feelings at the moment she can't disclose. But if she can talk about the good things, it might help. ]

[ He flashes a grin, both mischievous and friendly. A PG-13 grin. ]

When were you thinking?

Maybe another week or so? I just need some time to shake off the whole Swear-In experience.

What about Christmas Eve?

[ Oh, but Solstice...

Then again, she might not have one this year. What a weird thought. ]

You don't have plans?

[ ... ]

Well, nothing I couldn't reschedule if I had to.

Edited 2018-12-08 07:41 (UTC)

Alright, Christmas Eve it is.

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