Well shoot, there goes my plans to overthrow you, again.

[ He grins and plops down on the ground underneath the tree. Unlike Josh, Beat has no qualms about sitting on cold dirt, and he crosses his legs so he can lean against the bark behind him. ]

Wanted to keep talkin' but not over text. Peeps can peek an' all, figured you di'nt want yer secrets bein' spilled in case someone got nosy an' looked over my shoulder.

[ Focusing his attention on the grass, Beat casually begins plucking it to shred it or try to weave the pieces into other things. He has no concept of relaxing, not anymore, it's weird. ]

Aight so, I di'nt read yer last message comin' over, what'd you say? Why couldntchu take vacations an' let Shades handle shit?