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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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[Unbeknownst to Tadashi, that is his charming AI's response. Still, he can tell that Khaji's at least a little happy to be treated as an individual, though in all fairness, Jaime's probably happier than Khaji is. That's the way it tends to happen. When it comes down to it, Khaji has his priorities, and few other people fit into it, provided they are alive in front of him.]
C'mon, dude, you don't have to apologize to anyone for the last few weeks. He, um, says he doesn't care anyway. I mean, he didn't mind.
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[And with that, he goes back to his now barely warm coffee. He feels a little better for it all the same. There's a flurry of other questions he wants to ask - where did Khaji come from, how was he made, how did he meet Jaime, how did they get fused together - but maybe now isn't the best time.
He's all right with the easy silence that falls between them again.]