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[mathemagier]

[Screened calls go straight to voicemail, where an impatient recording answers]

You've reached Dr. Hermann Gottlieb. Leave your name, number, and business if you expect a return call. Thank you.

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[driftsintobuffetline]

I made a pons from scratch and you're doubting my ability to lay tile.
I'm hurt. )=

Thought that was sort of the point, being away from everyone?

Oooo fussy, critical AND determined modes--Activated!
Have I told you how hot that is?

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[mathemagier]

Building a machine is not the same as interior remodeling.

And while yes, that level of isolation wouldn't particularly trouble me, you have close friends you enjoy talking to and meeting with on a semi-regular basis. I'd be content with something relatively private; no need for drastic measures.

You may have mentioned something similar before.

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[driftsintobuffetline]

I'm not talking about plumbing, Hermann, just a little grout and tile.

Well, QB has portals, so he's easy. But yeah, I guess if I'm actually going to have friends, I might as well have them nearby, huh?

Speaking of, add to my list: someplace for the kids to stay when they visit--even if it's just an office we can convert into guest-things when they have a fight and need to be separated for a while.

And I haven't mentioned it enough. Seriously, very hot when you decide to take matters into your own hands and make sure they're done right.

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[mathemagier]

I'm sure we'll have a guest room or two, as there's no sense in trying to uphold a pretense and have separate rooms at that point.

Little wonder I haven't gotten through to you over the years.

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[driftsintobuffetline]

...At that point? We're currently upholding a pretense at THIS point? Honestly, Hermann, I think the only person in this entire world who didn't assume we were sleeping together was Joaquin for a while--

You should have experimented with different methods, Doctor.

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[mathemagier]

No, but we do technically have separate rooms.

If only I'd known that pinning you against the nearest available surface would actually have proven effective. I could have saved the both of us a good amount of pointless arguing and frustration.

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[driftsintobuffetline]

"Technically."

Pointless?! Hey, now. We won the war. Some of those were very fruitful arguments. Anyway, I apparently do my best work when mentally, scientifically, and sexually frustrated by you.

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[mathemagier]

Unfortunate, really. For the good of the world, I'll simply have to refrain from touching or indulging you during the next crisis.

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[driftsintobuffetline]

However will you cope? Another decade pining away.

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[mathemagier]

Oh there is simply no universe in which I'd manage through ten years of temptation close at hand. I am not a saint.

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[driftsintobuffetline]

Well, THAT is obvious. No saint enjoys so much sin, right?

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[mathemagier]

Well I certainly haven't heard any complaints.

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[driftsintobuffetline]

I could file one if you're feeling nostalgic...