[ he might be feeling an inkling of irritation surge up— uncharacteristically so, but luckily falco has the current self control (and the gift of text) in that it doesn’t show. ]
It really is an egg . . . Baby.
[ to help visualize, he sends a picture of a single little guy, playing with a wooden ball wrapped in fuzzy fabric. ]
[oh. he sees now. it's a pet. but it's still not an egg baby. maybe a bird or a reptile... well, what's the difference between those two when you get down to it? it could even be an ancestor, a dinosaur.]
That's not a native species to Trench. Did you get that egg from the March challenges?
No, it is not a lesson on professional detachment. My ability to detach from anything and everything is my own. This lesson on bullying is simply to instruct you on how I operate.
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It really is an egg . . . Baby.
[ to help visualize, he sends a picture of a single little guy, playing with a wooden ball wrapped in fuzzy fabric. ]
His name is Confetti. Sir.
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That's not a native species to Trench. Did you get that egg from the March challenges?
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As in, instead of me?
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[maybe the kid is now realizing how mean nehan is. and how much of a bully he enjoys being.]
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I thought I was a good student.
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It was a joke, right?
I'm joking!
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[ BULLYING SOUNDS SO MEAN ]
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[except for... his boyfriend. and his son but the kid isn't here.]
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Okay.
Is this a lesson on professional detachment?
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[ like, a lot. even strangers can’t escape. ]
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I'm glad I know, now.
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I'm sure I'll be able to tell the difference! Thank you for for the opportunity to learn more about you, Mister Nehan.