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The only thing that *didn't* make it Munchausen's-by-proxy is that he was drugging/poisoning Angel to enhance her special powers, not to make people think she was an invalid. And coupled with all this, he *was* isolating her. It was the full fucking Rapunzel. The only method of communication she had with anyone outside her was the fucking space internet.

Jesus fucking Christ. I don't think I want him to touch me.

I'm at Armin's place. I came to do his gym? I meant to be there a month ago, but then the whole boobies incident happened, which lead to all this in the first place.

Anyway. Angel gave him permission to tell me and he told me and God, Tyler, it's *so* fucked up. I'm leaving. I can't stay. I'm going to buy some time to figure out how to do this without him destroying my things that I haven't moved over to my room at the base yet or sending me to the Pokecenter by faking that I went home and am asleep for a week, but whether or not I have a solution for that come next Sunday, I am getting the fuck out.

And I am definitely taking you up on your offer of letting me use your old apartment. Thank you.

Edited 2020-11-22 04:02 (UTC)

I'm genuinely impressed by your horrible taste in men.

Seriously though, most of my stuff is either packed or already gone, so feel free to stay as long as you need. On the caveat that I get the bed back when I'm working a late shift.

I'm not going to ask about Jack, so please don't make any snide passive aggressive comments about him to me. I don't want to get involved any more than you already publicly claiming me as one of your best friends in case he retaliates or something. [Tyler doesn't think for a moment that someone who gleefully murders entire planets worth of people would blink twice at doing it to a single person in his way.]

Use Acatl to teleport large things and tell Jack you're rearranging furniture, maybe buy something new as a cover while you clear your shit out.

And I thought *Charley* had terrible taste in men. Jack makes all those creeps who thought she was their Manic Pixie Dream Girl look like *saints*.

... sorry, right, you don't want to hear about him. But the bit about Acatl is *clever*. Mostly it's just my recording set-up I'm loathe to give up and the things in my ghost basement. Jack rarely goes into the room I use for recording and he never goes into the ghost basement... so really it was the recording things, which in my defense are *expensive*. The problem was just taking out things that *aren't* fairly inconspicuous and can't be (and weren't already) smuggled out in my briefcase.

But thank you. And of course you'll have the bed back. I don't mind taking the couch on those nights.

Edited 2020-11-22 08:13 (UTC)

I have a home office mostly set up in the apartment, go wild. It's just paperwork from Fight Club.

Which is something else you're going to have to address, too. Finalising all the paperwork for the club to finish paying him off so he'll sign off the entire thing.

Mail it to me on Armin's Island. I've got time enough get it filled out by the end of the week, then I'll have him sign when I go home to say goodbye, and not actually tell him I'm leaving until he's signed off.

That's in the Orange Islands, right? Shit's expensive.

[Which isn't to say he won't do it, as Steven will know from the lack of outright refusal.]

I'm mostly worried about you getting hurt or killed by this. Just because we recover doesn't mean it doesn't hurt, [and these two, of everyone here, know that uncomfortably well.] and you've already proven there's ways around it at your leisure, which Jack undoubtedly knows about by now.

Um. Yes. Sorry. I'll pay you back.

And yeah, that's what I'm worried about. He definitely knows the ways around it, because like the chump I am, I told him with my head in his lap, gazing up at him with love in my heart.

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