[It's been a good while since he's heard anything back from the Network, enough for him to get comfortable with the silence... until the not-phone buzzes like an angry hornet against the hard, flat surface he's set it on. Jesus, that's unsettling. Bigby reaches for the device and holds it like it's radioactive material set to explode (hell, it's already glowing), skimming over the screen.
His eyes narrow at the single word reply he reads back. Well, you can't get more articulate than that.]
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His eyes narrow at the single word reply he reads back. Well, you can't get more articulate than that.]
FUCK
[Or can you.]