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[diosauria]

[this is the sound of someone fumbling with buttons and not realizing the recording's started]

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[diosauria]

[He hums absent-mindedly, toying with the can of beans as he sprawls across the couch as if he were in his own living room instead of, you know, being a terrible houseguest.]

I know a few people I can pass it to. All that's left is trying to keep track of any changes in their ranks.

[thebeastwithout]

Nothing we can do about that except the ol' fly on the wall.

[...]

Literally, for me, but I guess the rest of you guys will have to try and eavesdrop by hiding in crates or something.

[diosauria]

I can do a little better than hiding in crates. [Not that little dinosaurs running around Haven are any more subtle, but at least it's a little more dignified.]

...But if you do hear anything important, don't be a stranger. 'We're all safe together,' and all that.

[thebeastwithout]

If I hear about any more employees, you can bet I'm gonna be announcing it like the world's biggest tattletale.

I totally didn't have any siblings growing up so I've got a lot of tattlin' to catch up on.

Anyway, thanks for coming by.

[...]

So, uh, is that just how you sit, or...?

[diosauria]

[Diego waves his hand in acknowledgment.] Thanks for calling me over. [and, you know, the food, and for putting up with him.]

[He raises his head, glancing at Beast Boy, then down at himself splayed out on the couch, then at Beast Boy again.]

Is it a problem? I can move over if you want. [that must be the problem here, right? Beast Boy just wants some space to sit on the couch? This is a perfectly normal way of sitting, after all...]

[thebeastwithout]

Oh, no, dude. It's cool. Couch is all yours.

[He might never sit on that spot again.]

I'll catch ya later; gonna go see how Nadia's gettin' on with the whole Telephone thing.

[diosauria]

Suit yourself.

[let's be real, this is what he wanted all along.]

You know how to find me if anything else comes up.