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✆CHANNEL FREQUENCY: 843.77425 (personal);
DESCRIPTION: Half the time he forgets this thing even exists, or how to turn it on and off.

✉MAIL BOX LOCATION: Next to trailer steps.
DESCRIPTION: The concept of a mailbox is rather foreign to Lambert, who's not exactly what you'd call big on personal correspondence. But there's a wooden crate you can probably drop shit into ???

BUG LAMBERT TO MAKE YOU SHIT: Given time and the right ingredients (which he'll usually ask people to provide) he can make potions (with potential side effects), oils, and bombs. You can bother him more about that in person.

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Precisely. Should it come down to killing Strange, Zangetsu thinks he may be able to grab his soul and run. It's something his kind is able to do.

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His kind get stronger by eating souls.

[ It’s a bit of information Lambert remembers Zangetsu telling him, once, a while ago. ]

Hope he doesn’t accidentally eat some of Strange’s.

[ If he does, his tone says direly, there’ll be hell to pay. ]

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He won't.

[ Childermass doesn't have the time nor the energy to fret about that. He's trusted Zangetsu before and he'll do so again, no matter how horrifying the man is.

He may not show it, but he takes his job seriously enough. I've had him steal a servant before without eating him, now I'll have him steal a soul.

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Back at the Manor?

[ That’s news to Lambert. He studies Childermass a few moments longer, ears twitching gently, before he shrugs. ]

I’ve already talked to him. I hope we don’t have to use him. [ Since that would, by necessity, imply that Strange would have to be dead. Will things really come to that? Lambert isn’t sure. ]

[atouts]

[ The servant happened to be Tyki but it was for the best, really. ]

As do I... [ Only Childermass, being Childermass, already has that feeling it'll come down to that. He won't say so. He won't ask Lambert to leave the killing to Zangetsu. At that point, it's really out of his hands, but other things... Right now, what he can have in hand is Lambert (or in his arms, at the very least), and so he prompts again, ] Can we please rest now? I'm not sure how much more of this I want to think about.

[ Which is a rare thing for the magician to ever admit. Even after hours of being out, he's still tired, for plenty of other reasons. ]

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[ Lambert can’t actually remember when Childermass ever asked him, in earnest, to ‘please’ do anything. It’s enough to make his expression soften, still cupping the magician’s cheek. ]

Yeah, we can. [ As far as keeping him from thinking, there really is only one way Lambert knows to do that for sure. He leans in to close the distance between them, pressing their mouths to each other to give the magician a slow, full kiss. ]

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[ Not really something Childermass would list under 'rest' but that doesn't mean he won't return the gesture. ]

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[ It's a kiss that lingers rather than deepens, Lambert's arms still wrapped around him, though after a few long moments, he finally pulls away with a sigh, starting to tug Childermass after him. ]

Come to bed? [ Even low and rough, his voice manages to sound coaxing. ]

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[ Of all the questions... ]

That is where people tend to rest, Lambert.

[ Sure, he knows what the witcher is really asking for, but the joke's going to be on him when Childermass actually does just doze off. ]

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Resting's not the only thing people do in bed, in case you forgot.

[ As if he could, with Lambert for a lover. It'll take some coordinated effort to get both their shirts off and to tumble into the sheets to twine around each other, but once they manage that, Lambert will at least spend whatever conscious moments they have left kissing Childermass, a bit of urgency slipping into his motions despite his best intentions.

He almost lost him today. The kiss is as much to reassure himself as anything else... ]