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[mrballisticsdummy]

"Wow. That's - a lot."

And he takes a moment to really digest all of that, then latches onto the least offensive part of it.

"Bones, Jon? What the fuck? Did he also ask for a bracelet of their hair? Maybe a really hideous locket so that when he dies, he comes back as a tragic Victorian ghost in a nightgown?"

[epistemological]

Absolutely flat as a board:

"...he kept them. in his office. and read me the last letter the man ever wrote to him from a Lonely domain."

It was fucked. up.

[mrballisticsdummy]

"Ew."

He shakes his head. "Jon, if I ever get that pathetic, please kill me."

[epistemological]

"I refuse on the principle that you will never be that pathetic. Or victorian."

[mrballisticsdummy]

Jacobi straightens up and adopts a terrible accent. It's very Dick Van Dyke à la Mary Poppins.

"Who me? Am I not posh enough for you? I can be very Victorian! Yes. Let's drink tea and be very tragic and hang around graveyards."

[epistemological]

"Christ, that's awful," he says, but he's laughing by the end. "Never do that again. Please."

[mrballisticsdummy]

He continues.

"What? This is what I hear when you talk!" he teases, picking up a pencil to twirl between his fingers.

[epistemological]

"That's not- no. No, I don't talk anything like that- that's- that's some sort of bastard child cockney wishes it could forget and something I can't even imagine."

He shakes his head firmly.

"My grandmother would rise from her grave if I spoke like that."

[mrballisticsdummy]

He can't keep it up. Whatever he wanted to say next dissolves into laughter as he leans back in the chair. "Alright, fine. I've had to change my voice on calls before. But rest assured, I've never done that."

[epistemological]

"Well, I'm certainly glad I'm the only one to be scarred by that horror, then," and he's definitely teasing.

[mrballisticsdummy]

"No honey, that's reserved for you," he smiles and leans forward, tapping his desk. "So, I'll see you tomorrow? We'll play a bit."

[epistemological]

"Yes, dear," he says in a fond, mock-beleagured tone as he waves him off cheerfully. That's... done. He's glad it's done. But he doesn't want to think about it. He can't let himself think about it.

[mrballisticsdummy]

He gives him a mock-flirty wave as he disappears past the door and back to the library.

And he has a new set of information about Elias and - well, Jon. Information that he tells himself is only for Elias. That it has nothing to do with Jon. That works. For a while.