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Dial Tone

"House. Leave a message."

Open for: text, email, voicemail, horrific late night calls, assorted action.

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Got that impression. Severe red?

For the motive, yes. The execution, no.

You pissed Chase off.

Cameron or Angela?

Yes.

Of course. And you told him this?

He asked.

I'm sure you didn't enjoy answering at all.

You leave yet?

[Because even if everyone's mad at everyone else, he's got a set of keys to hand over.]

We dipped into the same honeypots and missed the good stuff. So what.

Working on it.

Clearly it was enough to set him off.

Hang on a second.

Aye, Captain Obvious.

Hanging.

[Wilson doesn't bother to text back, just heads down to the entrance to catch up with House. He calls ahead once he's in view.]

Hey.

[ooc: Of course~ You know I will backdate forever. I hope work is not too awful~ <3333]

Hey. If you're thinking about offering me a knuckle sandwich, I'm full.

[And then he gets close enough to actually see the bruise.]

Whoa... actually, I think you've had too much.

[A brow arches.]

You know, it's odd, but that makes it look like your answer was more provocation than direct response.

The daily dosage.

Looks can be deceiving.

[He frowns slightly, though luckily for anyone who's not interested in receiving a lecture, he can't be entirely sure of the circumstances and thus who he should be upset with. Not that he won't prod.]

Were you actually cursed? I mean-- well, Angela, at least, I was fairly certain you hated.

[His hand's in his pocket, holding the keys for the moment. Questioning takes priority.]

I was more cursed then I thought I was. I still hate her.

[Eventually. Wilson's fallen into the usual pace he's adopted to keep in step with House.]

Well, I'm sure it's still mutual, if not far more potent now. And Cameron... well, she'll be stone cold for a while, to prove she's every bit as over you as she claims she is.

[He pauses, arching an eyebrow at House. The tone's shifted a bit, Wilson moving into conspiratorial gossip mode.]

So was it just them?

I know. So, so over it.

Just them. Chase had more. I don't know why he's so angry about my two.

[The Cameron discussion just gets a smirk and a silent chuckle out of him. House's commentary on Chase gets a bit of an overexaggerated shrug, though.]

Well. It may have something to do about the specific two more than the purely numerical comparison.

[And with a slight sigh.]

It's too bad, really. If I'd known you were going to alienate them I would have rescheduled.

I didn't want to name names. I was good with numbers alone.

Ah, I gladly take the step to the role. Thanks.

Reschedule what?

Of course you were.

[This is Wilson not believing you. It's new.]

Well. We were going to make a production out of this to irritate you.

[Instead, he pulls the keys from his pocket and tosses them lightly to House.]

I didn't take him to be such a gossip. Unlike some people.

No.

Keys.

[Wilson's smirking, at either or both of the topics at hand. He nods at the assessment.]

Yeah. That's it, by the way. Nothing more to it, if you were wondering.

There to...

Why.

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