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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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[mathemagier]

You must be writing them now to be getting this poetic.

[But his heart did melt a little]

But you're right, we are in a sense performing for an audience. Well let's try to keep them short- a few minutes at most, so that's roughly two each. We don't need to detail our history together for their benefit. If we were doing that, it would make the most sense to collaborate.

We'll draft them separately for now however.

[driftsintobuffetline]

What is it you say? Politics, poetry, promises...lies?
Anyway, this is hardly poetic. You ARE my collaborator, Hermann. I respect no one else's work like I do yours. Hell, I'd even collaborate with you on a child if I thought it possible and a good idea.

Alright, I'd make a small Kaiju with you regardless of if it was a good idea or not. Not the point. A small Kaiju would probably eat Liebling, so it's out of the question right now even if you wanted one.


For our history, you should write up a complaint, distribute it to the attendees. Nothing quite exemplifies our history together like that--at least short of a. The Drift or b. Our letters. Neither of which I'm sharing.

voice;

[mathemagier]

Oh Newton, I wish it made sense to adopt here. But there's a good chance we'd leave them even in an ideal scenario.

[There's some genuine regret in that wistful tone]

We have Sophie and Liebling however, and that's enough for now.

voice

[driftsintobuffetline]

[sighs heavily. He was going to argue about including Zippo too, but the wistfulness softens everything he was thinking.]

Someday you'll be a dad for real. [Maybe not with me, but someday.]

Re: voice

[mathemagier]

Well if we manage this in our world or otherwise manage to ensure our continued existence here, I will certainly be bothering you about our options.

[driftsintobuffetline]

You'd want to have a kid with me? I mean, one of our own, not just some cute preteen we nabbed off the streets?

[mathemagier]

Yes, of course with you. You mentioned being interested in such a collaboration.

[driftsintobuffetline]

I am. I just. Me, Hermann. With me. You want that or...or at least want to discuss it with me.

Me.

[mathemagier]

Yes.. with you.

[There's clearly some confusion here]

[driftsintobuffetline]

[Happiest of sighs]

That is so gay.
So incredibly gay.

Kids. With me. I think you've forgotten what kind of disaster you married.

[mathemagier]

You're not a disaster, Newton. I'm sure you could be a fine father.

[driftsintobuffetline]

I am a terrible cat-dad!

[mathemagier]

You dote on Liebling more than I do at times.

[driftsintobuffetline]

Well, she's cute. How can you not.

[mathemagier]

You'd spoil a real child just as much if not more. Turn against me to win their favor, insist on being the 'cool' parent.. It would be terrible.

[driftsintobuffetline]

Yeah. Super awful.

[mathemagier]

I hope it becomes a reality some day.

[driftsintobuffetline]

[oh...]

...I was going to be so cool. How did you ruin me forever?

[mathemagier]

You fell in love with me.

[And it tickles him that he fulfills Newton enough that he doesn't feel the need for wild parties and rockstar scenes any longer. Their happiness is simply time spent together]

[driftsintobuffetline]

Damn you. Damn you sweeping me off my feet. I was going to have all the wild victory parties.

[mathemagier]

We can have our own private celebrations.

[driftsintobuffetline]

Pretty sure that's what we've been doing for a while now. But I'll gladly take more.

[mathemagier]

Well if you ever feel as though you're missing out on something, do tell. I want you happy.

[driftsintobuffetline]

Missing out on doing lines of coke off the bodies of groupies in the tour bus and hotel rooms. Panties thrown on stage while giving a show. "Mary Me Newt" signs. You know. The usual.

[mathemagier]

[Laughs]

Those were dreams, Newton. ..But if you really did want to be famous, you'd have no problems with achieving that here.