[After the hellish time Carlisle has had lately -- proving himself to be largely a failure of a healer in his current state, raising undeads left and right, being coerced into using his necrotic abilities, living(?) with the constant fear he'll lose hold over himself and become the Blight Heir again -- he isn't sure he even wants to look at the phone when it beeps at him. He finds himself pleasantly surprised by the name he finds there, and the request.]
Please. I welcome the mundane at this time.
[It might be hard to tell if he's being genuine through text, but he's absolutely serious. His existence is too tumultuous as it is.]
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Please. I welcome the mundane at this time.
[It might be hard to tell if he's being genuine through text, but he's absolutely serious. His existence is too tumultuous as it is.]