[august waits for the other shoe to drop, only no new notification blips on his phone screen. the tone from him changes entirely. his anger dissipates.]
[This is edging too weird, a knot in his gut that tells him he doesn't want to hear what August's got to say. Not right now. He's too close to being done, can't let anything distract him.
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You didn't get the paperwork?
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Call me.
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He doesn't call.]