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[betteralready]

 

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[bettingman]

All sorts of things in reference solely to poor decision-making, or is there more to your list of qualifications?

[There's another absent winky face here.

You can just feel it, like a little ghost meant to haunt Horatio and Horatio only.]

[betteralready]

So many ghosts of winky faces. Was there a winky face massacre, here?

That rather depends on what you consider a poor decision, sir.

[bettingman]

That, Mr. Kennedy, depends entirely on context.

[betteralready]

In that case, Mr. Bush, I imagine you could say that my educational abilities lie in things that are in some contexts a very poor decision, and in others a rather brilliant one.

[bettingman]

Could you perhaps provide some examples for the class?

[betteralready]

I always find I'm best at educating when engaging in hands-on activities, but I'll certainly do my best.

Sorry not sorry, Horatio.

I've always felt I've had rather creative thoughts on ways one can run out their guns, for example.

It takes everything in him not to put the winky face on that one.

[bettingman]

Is that the sort of thing that allows for creative freedom?

I was under the impression it ought to be done... well, carefully.

[betteralready]

You know, Mr. Bush, I've rather surprisingly found that knowing one has to be careful allows for the creativity to flourish best even and especially when the stakes are high.

[midship]

[Listen.

Horatio has kept his silence during the invasion of ghostmoji. He has allowed naval metaphors to be at least faintly tarnished. He has generally done his utmost to ignore the buzzing so as to let Bush and Kennedy have their fun.

However.

In his defense--or, at the very least, in defense of his ability to properly read a situation and employ his sprightly brain with its oddly intense focus to personal editing on the odd occasion--he doesn't jump immediately to the obvious complaint that no one should be encouraging creativity in running out the guns proper. It's first in his mind, true, but it's not the first thing mashed into the keypad.]

Thank you, Mr. Kennedy.

[There. That's clearly enough of that.]

[betteralready]

S i g h.

Very well, Mr. Hornblower.

A beat, before he adds.

Perhaps we can have further lessons later, Mr. Bush.

;)

That's what you get, Horatio.

[bettingman]

[A valiant effort, Horatio, but have you considered: No?]

Horatio, this was your suggestion in the first place. Don't you want to watch me learn?

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[midship]

[Give him a minute.

Give him a few minutes.]

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[midship]

[Honestly at some point it's probably just a test of how long the "..." bubble can dance at the bottom of the message.]

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[midship]

I'm not certain this properly was, Mr. Bush. Nor would I ever desire to impede your education.

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[midship]

[




WAIT.]

On the proper running out of guns.

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[midship]

[!!! THAT FIXED NOTHING???

Maybe he'll just ignore his phone forever.]

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[betteralready]

Can he imagine Archie's bright laughter while he's ignoring his phone? Because it's happening.

Well, if Mr. Bush wills it, Horatio, you're more than welcome to watch a lesson.

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[betteralready]

Perhaps even join in, if you're so inclined.

[bettingman]

It would only benefit all of us, in the long run.

[Or uh something.]

[betteralready]

Not TOO long a run, I should hope.

[bettingman]

Do you have a preference for length?

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[betteralready]

Of time? Long enough that all concerned parties are satisfied with the results without putting us at risk of enemy fire.

They are, technically, talking about running out the guns, after all.

Of anything else... Well, I'm far more flexible in that regard.

2/2 i hate this

[betteralready]

Rather flexible generally, really.

...Maybe not so much focusing on running out the guns, this time.

[midship]

1/???

[bettingman]

[It is on this rare occasion that William Bush has said some words and regrets saying them in the order in which they were said, because one response has led to another and now he's left staring at that message, and there's no question that they're definitely not talking about anything to do with ships, really.

But it's not a bad sort of regret. It's not the kind of regret that sits high in one's stomach. Rather, it's a puzzled kind, which has left him staring at his device like: Okay.

What.]