slightlyoffchilt | - IC CONTACT POST FOR MASKORMENACE -

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- IC CONTACT POST FOR MASKORMENACE -

"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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I never signed with Lucifer, Raina. That ought to mean something.

If you would have talked to me before you even went down to negotiate the deal in the first place, this all could have been avoided. But your common pattern seems to be that you don't talk to me until after the fact.

I'm not in a relationship with you so you can make a fool out of me.

So you're punishing me eternally for the same, singular sin? I outmaneuvered him, Raina, I won.

We have nothing to fear from the devil himself.

Your complacence is going to ruin you. If you truly believe we're in the clear, you're lying to yourself, Frederick. This is just the calm before the storm.

And the only thing I ask of you is honesty. You are a psychiatrist for crying out loud. You should know the value of communication and honesty when it comes to vital interpersonal relationships.

And we both know what kind of psychiatrist I am.

You know how I feel about you, Raina. More than anyone I have felt for.

It doesn't feel that way lately.

You are the one who will only be intimate in threesomes.

Because I suspect you're cheating on me.

[ The signs were there. The odd late night, the weekend away, the dismissal when it came to talking about it. Raina had destroyed enough relationships in her day to know. ]

[Frederick Chilton. The last, but enduring choice.]

I am not carrying pepper spray with my keys. I have a bodyguard, of sorts. Matthew Lin. I am sure you know of his truer talents by now -- he doesn't seem to guard the secret particularly well.

[Let's hope he guards bodies better. No mention goes to the pocket knife -- that cuts a little personal, doesn't it? At least, for remote conversations it does.]

We can start with your method of training. I would be interested to see how you handle a gun.

I'm not. Cheating on you.

I have business meetings with unsavory patients. This is not a conversation to engage over text, Raina, please.

It's a conversation we need to have somehow. You can choose the medium, but I'm not changing the topic.

In person. After your tiddling with Bela.

I know enough of him to know what you're referring to.

[That's all Will has to say. He doesn't intend to get into any details about having a deal with the demon, about figuring out his influence in De Chima. He's definitely not going to get into that whole kitchen fight with Mike and Elsa, where Will had settled it with a round of shadow stag leaping out of the ground. And he's certainly not going to mention he taught their demonic mutual acquaintance how to do his laundry. That tells way, way too much. Will isn't out to absorb Chilton's Matthews.]

It's nothing too exciting, I assure you. The focus is meant to be on you gaining the skills and confidence you need in case something less than savory happens. [So.] Five good for you? You can drive this time.

[Because any car April and Will share needs a thorough cleaning unless Chilton just wants to go home with bits of raccoon fluff still stuck to him. Which is just fine with Will, since it gives him more reason to attempt steering this particular change while sitting in the passenger seat with Chilton literally in control of the wheel.]

Whenever. I'm home all day. You got the address right? Oh and Chilton? Don't try and fuck around with my friendships like that again cause I will know and I will hurt you. If you wanna be manipulative trash in your own time that's fine, just don't try it with me. I like you. Don't ruin it.

After? But how will I know if I should have revenge sex with her or not?

[ It was at least partially a joke. ]

What about now? Do you have any patients scheduled in the next hour or so?