- IC CONTACT POST FOR MASKORMENACE -

[slightlyoffchilt]

"Hello.

You've reached the direct line of Doctor Frederick Chilton. As I am not available at the moment, you might assume I'm quite busy with something pressing. State your name and business, and I will return your call."

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[textualhealing]

Fred. You honestly think I'm the sort of guy who'd set up a trap?

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[slightlyoffchilt]

Frederick is preferable, if I had neglected to clarify that the other twenty times. I daresay April has been rubbing off on you. Perhaps in a not merely metaphorical way?

And if I may remind you that you are a criminal defense lawyer by trade, I think that ought to answer your question. Nothing personal, but one cannot be too careful nowadays.

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[textualhealing]

[Ignoring that April comment entirely. Not cool!]

A trap would be hilarious. But nah. Too much effort. I'm just saying to come to mine this time cause my housemates are way less predatory.

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[slightlyoffchilt]

So you have no residual upset? Over the incident?

I would have called you sooner.

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[textualhealing]

Idk what you're talking about.

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[slightlyoffchilt]

Denial is only the first stage.

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[textualhealing]

Yeahyeah.
What would you have called about?

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[slightlyoffchilt]

Isn't it custom to check up? Has no one ever done that for you before?

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[textualhealing]

Depends what the check up is about.
Should I be suspicious?

[slightlyoffchilt]

You might want to heed her threat.

[Chilton said, with a final yank of Jeff's throated belt, before he returned the reins to Raina. His own apparel tumbled undone, as his girlfriend and her miraculous fingers worked their ritual. When Chilton, liberated from his slacks and his shirt unbuttoned, rose to step to the light switch, he flickered a glance back at the fray in his living room.]

This won't last long on that couch.

[Something of an observation, something spoken with anticipation, as he ticked off the light switch and returned to Raina's design. Theirs was the sort of touch done in the dark.]

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[slightlyoffchilt]

Given our last rendezvous, I wasn't sure how you were taking it. But if you're all good and well, no hard feelings?

[slightlyoffchilt]

Coping is the more sensible choice. [Said Chilton, aware that infusing his personal bias was not something a more orthodox psychiatrist might be inclined to do. But if Ruka was interested in someone tame and inefficient, she wouldn't have come to him, now would she have?] It is about adaptation -- that will be the reoccurring theme.

What is it that you do, already? To protect yourself. I don't want to regurgitate what you have already tried.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Which of the options would you recommend more?

[Chilton wasn't sure, himself. While Will Graham was a proven accurate shot and steady hand -- not to mention an excellent teacher -- and while it would provide ideal opportunity to analyze Will in an instructional setting, Chilton couldn't help but mimic Will's own questioning. But while his company sought to question for the sake of clarity, Chilton questioned like a man adrift the Atlantic: cold and open.]

I cannot say I have noted experience, after all. Where, oh where to start?

[infomodder]

Well, if you wanna do it with me, [Phrasing!] we could schedule it to line up with our sessions. Make an afternoon of it. Evening, whatever you'd prefer. Take turns driving if gas money's an issue.

[That certainly sounds far more friendly than Chilton might have been steering to with his cold line of questioning, like Will had already given it thought and had an agenda. He'd taken turns driving Freddie's car with cat naps in between, and he did sincerely miss her. Abigail was his only other tie to home, and while they did quite a lot together, there was something to be said for more adult company. Which leaves him with Frederick Chilton.]

There's also pepper spray, you can put that on your keys. [Sure loves him some Freddie Lounds.] I personally keep a pocket knife on me at all times.

[Right now, Will has no issue giving that little nugget. He thinks Chilton might already know as much, but he doesn't figure it could ever come back to literally bite him in the ass. Why would it? They have matching scars. The Ripper set them both up to fall in his place. They're family enough for Will.

What's the worst that could happen?]

[mantlepieces]

in line? in line??!! I've been no more out of line than I've EVER been

hell I give u my best behavior and that takes effort, believe me

[slightlyoffchilt]

You are petulant, mouthy, you frequently question my authority, you wear far too much black, and you defiled my desk with your hormonal antics.

What is defined as your WORST behavior?

[mantlepieces]

[ There's a long delay before he responds again. ]

I cant tell u that, its unprofessional

[slightlyoffchilt]

What a perfect little alibi.

[mantlepieces]

of course its perfect

ur my boss, u dont need to know my personal life

[slightlyoffchilt]

Actually, I do. Because I am also a psychiatrist. This is something of my territory.

[mantlepieces]

good thing I'm not one of ur patients then

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[textualhealing]

Why do you care? You both got what you want. It's not like I blame anyone for it.
If you don't wanna come over that's fine. Doesn't bother me.

[textualhealing]

[Jeff does heed that threat, even if Chilton's advice comes with yet another tug on that leather, causing a retaliation of little more than an irritated snarl. There's more important things to focus on, and instead he's taking Raina's break away as the perfect opportunity to work deftly at the buttons of his shirt and shrug the expensive fabric from his shoulders without ceremony. The perfectionist in him doesn't allow it to settle creased behind him (can't return home with a rumpled shirt, after all), so it's pulled out from behind and slung neatly across the back of the couch, hopefully far enough away from harms way for the moment.

His attention is still on Raina, unwavering and eager as she strips away her last layer to present him with an expanse of smooth skin, and Oh God does he want to touch every bit of it. There's restraint in Jeff though, not just the one around his neck either. He waits, allowing a hand to creep across the flat of Raina's stomach while he leans in to nuzzle in against her shoulder, chin resting there as his gaze follows Frederick out of pure curiosity. He takes note of the basics; body shape, some very obvious scarring, anything that's usually hidden by a suit, but he's more interested in where he's headed. Light switch. Fair enough, that might help in this situation, even if Jeff is perfectly content to show off every inch of his body in as much light as he can get. It is, after all, a work of art that needs to be appreciated.]

Then maybe we should be taking it to the bedroom. Or kinky sex dungeon. Whatever you guys usually use in this house.

[His voice low, uttered close to Raina's ear.]

[theminotaur]

Uh-huh. You miss me.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Perhaps you ought to be.