Reconnect

kahnso and writing (c) me veronica ryan (c) myself and fa: the--jackal alex (c) myself and fa: pyc-art it was just past six in the evening when the phone buzzed in kahnso's pocket.

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Reconnect Part II

"well, i can't either," kahnso said, and shrugged. "so what are we gonna do, huh?" kahnso and alex both rubbed their chins, humming thoughtfully. a few seconds passed and kahnso cried, "i know!" with an index finger extended.

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Whiskey Heaves

"you're an evil bloke, kahnso," he rasped, "and your music's really quite _shite."_ kahnso picked up barry's shot glass and tossed back the drink for him. it offended the otter that kahnso still seemed unfazed by the booze.

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Reconnect Part IV

She shrugged off kahnso's embrace and followed after her father on the stairs. kahnso followed a few seconds after at a slower pace.

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