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MURPHY PENDLETON

"Not here right now. Which means I'm probably... somewhere else.
"If you're tryin' to get a hold of me for some reason, just wait for the tone and leave a message after the... thing.
"...Shit, that was... Th-that was bad. Is there some way to do this ov--?" [Beep!]

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[handelaar]

[With that, his hands shoot straight into his pockets, he chews on his bottom lip and glances off to the right side of the doorframe rather than at Murphy.]

Yeah. Wouldn't be givin' it away for free, otherwise.

[Well, it helps that this is the veggie driver guy, and that Heather seemed to like him enough, and that he really does look like he needs it about yesterday - but he doesn't say any of that.]

[yardbird]

[Murphy isn't bothered by the lack of eye contact. He doesn't care much for people staring at him, and he's kind of occupied staring at the bag, anyway.

[Except that he glances at Netherlands when he mentioned "for free".]

What d'you mean? [IS ALEX STRIKING DIRTY DEALS WITH NATIONS? NO ALEX, NO.]

[handelaar]

[He meets that glance and raises a brow.]

I owed him one. He's takin' your job for the next - [Another moment to eye Murphy up and down.] - week, at least.

[That's not entirely the reason he owes Alex, but both statements are true.]

[yardbird]

[His job...?]

Shit, the gardens... Didn't even... [Murphy's brows furrow as he remembers then. He blinks hard through this damn headache he's got. There's too much going on at once, and not enough being done at the moment.]

Thanks. Hopefully this won't take long.

["This" being his sick, of course. Murphy hates bed rest when he knows he has things to take care of.]

[handelaar]

Don't worry 'bout it.

[By that he means "Alex has your back", and some part of him really wants to just shove Murphy back to bed. Guy looks like he needs three weeks, not one, but "don't worry about it" is the best he's got.]

An' don't smoke too much. Not kiddin' about it being strong. It's Dutch.

[His strange notion of pride, let him show you it.]

[yardbird]

If you say so.

[You and everyone else, man. Murphy doesn't doubt that Alex is just trying to look out for him as well, even if his method of showing it was... different.

[He sees that pride there, and isn't about to undermine the goods.]

Got it. No problem...

[Somebody looks like he should be back in bed right about now, in any case.]

[handelaar]

I did.

[That comes without one ounce of irony or sarcasm.]

Get back to bed. An' be careful.

[He jerks his head that-a-way, turns on his heel, and stalks down the hallway. Have fun, Murp.]