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He was slightly surprised that it didn't take him longer to place the voice, and to blink the remaining fog of 'too long working on corrections' from his brain, but apparently there was just something about the voice of 'that guy who was playing with your ex girlfriends underwear during a meeting' that stuck in your head, and it was only a beat or two later that Jaimie narrowed his eyes and growled an barely patient observation of "Castor." At the phone.

"What the hell man?" He hadn't even heard from Castor in years. It was... it was bizzare and even a little insulting that he pop up now making jokes that he might have been killed. "You're the one that dropped off the planet." Possibly literally. But then maybe he better just do this. Somehow he imagined that Castor, who was only ever focused, as far as he remembered, when he felt like it, might just keep ringing until he lost his mind or gave up.

"Fine. Where do you want to meet. Don't say my place. I'm not inviting you over."

"Royal PAININTHEASStor then." Jaimie growled at the phone. Goodgod were they really going to play this game? Did he not remember how well people had responded last time someone had gone well I'm your moon queen now? It had been the empire of the Moon, not of Castor the underwear thief.

"Yeah good for you. Regulus is a desert with two suns. Maybe I can charge people to go tan." He snapped, standing up and looking around. Pen... pen... stupid ******** henshin... oh there it was.

He jammed it into a pocket aggressively and wandered to the closet for his coat, toeing into his shoes as he shrugged it on.

"Old factory. Got it. I suppose you're not going to give me any hints what you have in mind?" He asked, turning off the lights and slipping out, and locking the apartment behind him. No need to leave a note, he wasn't expecting any visitors tonight.

"...No No not really" Regulus grumped. He'd powered up as he got closer, and folded his arms in anoyance. What were they in that they hadn't begun to fight?

What kind of bullshit question...

"And I have no idea. A horrible toxic relationship with each other? But no seriously, you're a d**k. You just bounce off and go terraform your cute little NOT A BLISTERING DESERT planet and boast about it and then pop back here telling me to call you Royal and drop cryptic comments about fighting. Which, you know... I don't know if you've noticed but the population OF people fighting has kind of exploded. It's like a giant firework session of auras out there, and every time I power up I ******** regret ever having been handed my henshin pen by that STUPID CAT!"

OK he might have some ideas what Castor was getting at, if partially because there were only a handful of things you could plug into the equation

"I'm glad you had a nice vacation, it clearly hasn't done anything to diminish what I remember about that ego of yours... lets get to the point. OK? And if this is a request to break into Crystal and steal panties I am going to set you on fire. Just a heads up."

He hadn't liked Castor three years ago, and so far he wasn't sure he was warming up any to the Prince of Hail.

"You..." He didn't even know where to begin, and his expression as he reached to shove Castor's hand off his shoulder didn't imply much sincerity as the Senshi of Pride assembled his response, throwing his hand in the air as though tossing a handful of invisible confetti.

"OH PRAISE SERENITY! Castor has returned from his THREE YEAR ABSENCE to teach us poor ignorant fools how to make war. His magic senshi making tools will make us able to keep up with an enemy who can not only recruit but force corrupt at will, and NEXT I bet he brings us BIBLES and SCHOOLS and <********/> Why was he surprised at the arrogance? He shouldn't be surprised. He was still surprised. The audacity of it was like a punch in the gut.

"You BAILED on us for three ******** years. I don't care what it did for your dipshit planet, you don't get to waltz in here after ******** up your own life and tell us how to do s**t. I don't know if you're clear on this, but we have royals that actually do s**t. Stick around, you might feel at least one of them on your radar from time to time. How DARE you tell us WE haven't fought back when YOU'RE The one who couldn't be bothered to BE here because you were crying your eyes out when, FOR SOME REASON your REVOLTING chauvanistic a** pissed off your ex so bad she ran back to the goddamn negaverse. Hate to tell this pal, you might have been the first Royal off the new assembly line, but like most prototypes... literally everything else afterward was an improvement."

How DARE he. How dare he dither around for years and tell them that every little victory and every loss was 'nothing' just because The Prince of Frost thought so. He honestly wasn't sure either, why Lina had ditched, but he was willing to bet that Castor himself had been a significant contributor, and angry enough to use the accusation like an angry blow.

"You're pathetic.."