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[feckinboomstick]

[It might be worth noting, this video isn't technically Cassian's device. It looks like Tannusen posted it, actually.

It's also pitch fucking black. Great. Good job, asshole. There is some thumping around heard in the background, like someone was setting something down just outside a door, and some disjointed words.

It's all in Gaelic, so we all know who's out there, but he doesn't sound upset. Thoughtful maybe. Anyone with any knowledge of the language will understand through the occasional fully audible word that he's probably reading off a shopping list to himself.

There's a soft thump again, and a faint crinkle, as light suddenly fills the camera.

Along with AN EXPLOSION of crinkling. A VAST CASCADE of crinkling. A waterfall of potato chip bags burst from the opened closet with the force of a broken dam, spilling every flavor from barbecue to dill pickle out onto the carpet.

Aaand after a brief moment of stunned silence...]


Má ithis, nar chacair!!!

[HERE WE GO.]

Go n-ithe an cat thú is go n-ithe an diabhal an cat!!!

[THAT ONE IS SPECIFICALLY FOR YOU. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE. HE KNOWS WHO PUT THIS SHIT IN HERE.]

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[treesus]

[SNORT. Pfft. Yeah he's still dying. Sorry Cassian.]

My- My apologies- pffftahahaaha!

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[feckinboomstick]

Did ye put that goddamn flea bitten rat bag up to this?!

[treesus]

Me?! [He slaps a hand over his mouth to try to contain the laughter. His ribs acheeee.]

Oh I'm not- ahaha- I'm not that suicidal! [He loses the fight to laughter again.]

[feckinboomstick]

That's a likely goddamn story that is!

[treesus]

Honestly! Why would I? Ohpaletreegivemestrength- [COUGH COUGH, wheeze. He wipes at his eyes, still shaking with laughter.]

[feckinboomstick]

I don't know how your brain works, I'm not a feckin' psychiatrist.

Ye gonna come over here and help me move these?

[treesus]

One- one moment! [Trahearne drops the phone onto the bed next to him and keeps laughing. He needs to get it all out first, give the tree a minute. While he's laughing himself silly, a fuzzy nose invades the camera, sniffing at the screen.]

Shoo, Cookie, that's not for you.

[He reappears soon after, a crooked smile on his face.]

I'll be over in a bit to help you out, if you like.