#liam griffiths.

Mitzi: Did you know that it is an actual crime that you have the worlds cutest cat and you don't post pictures of him on instagram?

Mitzi: There have been no new posts of Henry since August 2020???

Samir had given his fellow Power some warning, at least, even if he hadn’t given him any room to refuse: ‘comin over in 30 w pizza n beer, don’t b naked’.

They hadn’t exchanged anything, even messages, since earlier in the week when they’d received their respective orders: Samir was to help disrupt Famine’s plans to steal precious ammunition from the docks, while Liam was meant to take part in so-called ‘Operation Erebus’ at the rival crown jewel of Pest. Samir hadn’t envied Liam’s position but he’d wished him luck. He was secretly grateful only to be involved on his own home turf, the docks being territory he’d worn grooves in wooden boards for himself in the past few years.

Liam, on the other hand, was pushed with War into the offense, a forceful expansion of territory and a glaring message intended for Pestilence. Unfortunately, it sounded like the message didn’t land. Samir had heard a decent amount about it from Kashvi, but on top of that the term ‘clusterfuck’ had been tossed around often enough that he figured checking in on Liam wouldn’t go amiss. From a professional standpoint, he’s keen to hear the details from Liam’s point of view. From a personal standpoint, he’s keen to confirm with his own two eyes that Liam is (relatively) okay.