video;

[shifting]

[there's a frazzled shapeshifter on your screens today, imPorts. He rubs a hand against his mouth and the scruff of his chin awkwardly, like he's going to make an effort to collect his thoughts - then promptly throws that plan out the window.]

Hey, uh. Sorta a specific question, but has anyone ever... lost track of a day and shown up at the Porter? With somethin' changed? Is that just - somethin' that happens on top of all the other weird shit this place does to a person?

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voice;

[slightlyoffchilt]

For all intents and purposes, I am his psychiatrist.

voice;

[rathercommon]

Yeah? Well, then, all I've got to say to that is that he's clearly got impeccable taste. And I definitely wouldn't say no.

voice;

[slightlyoffchilt]

I am not facilitating this. You know he's listening -- I'm not matchmaking this.

voice;

[rathercommon]

[ With a laugh - ]

Obviously I do! What, you think I'd just gossip to you? You're not very good to gossip to, you know.

voice;

[slightlyoffchilt]

Now tell that to my detractors and I'll be pleased.

voice;

[rathercommon]

I didn't know you had detractors.

[ She absolutely knows he has detractors. ]

voice;

[slightlyoffchilt]

That's cute.

[It isn't as if they're subtle.]

voice;

[rathercommon]

Anyway, it's not like you don't give better than you get. Like in this case, with poor Sam.

voice;

[slightlyoffchilt]

Oh, Kitty. Thank you.

[He took it as a compliment and he was not going to give it back.]