[Voice/ action in Albert's apartment]

[shippingmath]

[There's a sound in the background before anyone starts talking, a sound that is almost suspiciously like the loading of a gun. Before anything more ominous happens, though, the noises stop, and a man's voice speaks up.]

Well, this is hella entertaining. They're getting uncreative with their invasive afflictions. You'd think they'd be eager to come up with new and interesting ways to get reactions out of us, instead of rehashing shit they've done before.

For you newbies, it means that this has happened before. At least this time I'm not fucking barking.

This is Dirk, by the way.

[For a few moments, there are some more random sounds- a little mechanical click-click-click, that continues until the recording cuts out.]

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Action

[fallenstar]

[If any of Jet's embarrassment had faded, it was back in spades.]

Oh. Shit. Sorry.

[The was probably an information bomb Dirk wasn't interested in and Jet definitely hadn't meant to drop it.]

I, uh, don't tend to check the network all that often...guess I should. Look, I'll just..go, I guess.

[He started to turn to leave but then paused and looked back.]

Hey...just don't go around spilling any of that, okay? It's not anything we put out there.

Action; ruh-roh

[copesetic]

Spilling any of what?

[Isn't that just Jet's luck that Albert in Dirk's body would be coming down the hall of the building just at that moment? He hadn't bothered to do his hair, the blond tresses hanging in his face so that he keeps having to pull them out of the way to see.]

Action;

[shippingmath]

[Any hope for a blush dying down is promptly ruined by Albert walking in through the door at the most awkward possible moment. At least he doesn't clam up completely this time, though he isn't paying enough attention to really get irritated by the state Albert's left his hair in.]

He mistook me for you.

[This is the worst conversation to be having when he doesn't have a shirt on.]