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MoM IC Contact
Jaime's cell phone is more or less plugged riiiight into his brain, so he tends to pick up like 99% of the time! If not, however...
"Hey, Jaime here! Leave a message, and I'll get back to you ASAP."
"Hey, Jaime here! Leave a message, and I'll get back to you ASAP."
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[Not lived, though, not until it found Jaime. It may not know many human things, but it knows that.]
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About how old are you?
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[Al never really thought of it like that before. Mostly because space is not something he thinks about. All of his thoughts are focused around him.]
If you're hurt, if you can be hurt do you repair yourself or do you need someone to help you?
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[He'll cut you, Alphonse.]
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[Please, he doesn't even like fighting. Look see, he'll even give information in return on this one as a sign of good faith.]
I'd really hate to see either of you hurt, that's all.
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I will not be hurt. I have never been hurt. Nobody's services are needed.
[It does, in fact, want to know more - but it's far, far too pissy to actually take Alphonse up on his offer... right now, anyway.]
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Oh okay.
[What does he say now?]
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[Spoilers: The Scarab doesn't care.]