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[When Beat arrives, Phil is already there nursing a bourbon. He gives a slight wave when his eye catches Beat and pats the seat next to him.]
About time you showed up, kid!
[It doesn't matter if Beat arrived ten minutes later or one hour later.]
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[He moves to plop his butt down beside Phil, sighing a little as he curls his tail around to keep the large thing out of the way. And he'll order himself a light beer, shut up, he's not a hard drinker unless it's spiked punch.]
... You been aight, yo? I hope Felfri weren't too much....
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But at that question... he sighs and leans back.]
... Eh, not the worst thing Elias ever did to me, I guess. [He sips his drink. God, Elias starving him really was a year ago huh...?] Pissed me off knowing that Elias could see my every move, and tried to throw us into this whole war shit.
[He looks back at Beat.]
What about you? I don't think I saw you much during the whole Felfri shit.
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Yea... Wish I'd listen to more peeps 'bout how Elias ain't really 'bout that shit he says he is.
[The question makes him grimace again.]
Be gladchu di'nt. I mightas well been Head Cult Fucker of Elias. I weren't nice to be 'round. 'Specially to peeps who was Fog-sided. Was Rev aight?