Friday, 16:28:17 [txt]: Gorjek. [txt]: I have some important things I need to discuss with you. [txt]: I am tired of letting this issue drag out as long as it has and I feel as if we need to have a talk. In fact, I am determined to get this conversation out of you one way or another. This cannot go on the way it has been. [txt]: Please write me back when you can.
Saturday, 14:49:05 [txt]: I would hope you’re not ignoring me.
Sunday, 11:35:40 [txt]: This is getting immature, Gorjek. [txt]: Are you doing this on purpose? I wouldn’t be surprised.
Monday, 13:30:52 [txt]: Gorjek. I’m not trying to sound threatening. [txt]: But I do know where you live. [txt]: Expect me at your place in the next half hour.
Galekh wasn’t known for his patience level, sure, but he liked to think that he could manage. Maybe a day. Two if he was feeling especially lenient. But three whole days?! He honestly didn’t expect any sort of good or substantial text from Tagora! Even a simple “Fuck off. *______” would’ve been better than the cold shoulder he was receiving at the moment. He’d rather be insulted than ignored, and that was saying something.
So, what better solution than to go to the source of his troubles?
Strolling with purpose up to the door to Tagora’s apartment, he folded his arms behind his back after giving a few firm knocks, eyebrows furrowed.
“Gorjek. I need to speak with you.1”
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