GENERAL OPEN POST/IC INBOX/WHATEVER IDK

[burnination]

"Busy. Send a text."

[ that's right. it's been a decade and he still hasn't changed his voicemail message. ]

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after his sabbatical at satan's palace of joys

[passengers]

hi

[burnination]

[ WOW FUCK U, HE'S CALLING U U GIANT SAKE OF SHIT????

this here is going to be a long string of german cursing, half slurred, because he's a little drunk and depressed

possibly a little teary in places which is like a sign of the apocalypse, wolfgang getting teary

so fuck you basically????

but eventually, english: ]

Where the fuck have you been you piece of shit?! It's been a fucking year! Do you know how many kneecaps I broke looking for you?!

[ so many kneecaps. kneecaps belonging to people he suspected of possibly kidnapping you

none of them were satan's kneecaps, sadly ]

[passengers]

[ He didn't mean to alarm anyone, disappearing like he did into hell like he had. And he had plans, you know? A reunion of sorts, and somewhere nice too, because while he's been something of a bad word with his family ever since he left for the BCR he's still their Marco and he's got a steady bank account to live on.

Then Satan decided to say "nah bro, not today."

So.

Thirteen months later, he's back. A little crispy around the edges, and definitely too something to be all there, but he's back. Who knows if that's a good thing.

(He misses you, though.) ]

I missed you too, man, [ he replies as soon as Wolfgang's done raging on the phone (for now). ] like, I really missed you I'm crying a little.

What. Year is it?

[burnination]

[ baby boy, sweet child, Latin prince, darling sunshine light of his life where the unholy fuck have you been, pls stop crying???? Who took you, he's going to set them on so much fire (hahaaaaa). So many questions and so many things he wants to tell him, but he's speechless for a moment. Both from hearing his friend's voice after so long spent rejecting the thought he's long dead, and the fact Marco's actually sounding a bit broken?

What the fuck happened to him?

All things he can't really seem to put voice to at the moment. Instead, there's a silence on Max's end for a moment, and then a sudden rush of rustling sounds - Max digging through his shit for that teleportation charm he's held on to for an emergency. this is an emergency. this is so much an emergency. ]

2021. [ he answers short, clipped, because he can't say much more now than he wants to over the phone. what year is it? where the fuck was he that he didn't know the year, or how time was passing? the longer max thinks about it, the more he panicks, the more he just wants marco directly in front of him, where he can touch him, hold him, keep him safe. ]

Where are you? [ he rushes out, for the first time in a very long time, not actually able to keep how shaken he is out of his voice. ] Coordinates.

[ gonna plug those into this deal and poof right into existence as close as he possibly can. ]