With the week nearing a close, I need to ask for help.
Has anyone seen my vocal cords? As relaxing as it is to not have to worry about talking, I happen to be very fond of my voice, so any help would be lovely, my darlings. :)
[Well, he mostly hasn't been offering any help this week - it's a lot of work, okay? And he's not exactly the good Samaritan type - but this is cutting it a little close to reset. And, uh, he'd like to prove to himself that he's not scared of Milla, although the need to do so makes it pretty obvious that he is. At least he can explain the use of text away as just because she started it?]
if you need any help looking, the whole magical angel magic shebang does come in handy for more than just stopping folks from jumping off of bridges on christmas
Oh, does it? :D I would be so grateful if you helped me, darling. So long as there aren't anyone trying to jump off bridges you need to attend to at the moment. <3
The cafeteria, the rec room, my own room, my suite, and parts of the biodome. That leaves some ground to cover, and I'm sorry to say that vocal cards are small things.
Re: [text]hung_garianNovember 20 2011, 10:17:39 UTC
no
[Woops, that response was a little faster than it should have been. He follows it up with a clarification, though. Because he'd really hate for her to think that he's still scared of her... even though that's the truth.]
like i said, magical angel powers. really doesnt take me long to look.
[There's a long-ish pause - maybe five minutes - before he sends another message along.]
if there was a hypothetical vocal chord line-up, would you be able to identify yours? only no offence but i cant tell if these are yours or joe bloggs's.
[text -> action]hung_garianNovember 26 2011, 16:22:17 UTC
thanks hon
[And then, bam! There's an angel there! Well, alright, it's not just like that - it takes longer than usual for him to arrive. All that flying gets tiring in this place. Also, he's holding up what looks (if one only glances) like a bagged goldfish from the fair in one hand, and looking a little sheepish. On closer inspection of what's actually in the bag, it is, in fact, a set of vocal chords. It's hard to tell, but they're Milla's.]
She flies (literally) to the door, TKing it open and clapping her hands together when she sees what he has. She leans forward, kissing both his cheeks in gratitude.]
[Thanks to a supreme effort of willpower, he doesn't freeze up. Well, not beyond a momentary tensing, but that's okay, that's not too damaging to his ego. He even manages a smirk - well, it comes naturally, really.]
Hm. I think I could get used to this. Got anything else I can go fetch for you?
if you need any help looking, the whole magical angel magic shebang does come in handy for more than just stopping folks from jumping off of bridges on christmas
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where've you looked? no point me looking there too.
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there's nothing in here and over the years i've learned my lesson about popping into peoples rooms unannounced, but i can go check the biodome; brb
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[Woops, that response was a little faster than it should have been. He follows it up with a clarification, though. Because he'd really hate for her to think that he's still scared of her... even though that's the truth.]
like i said, magical angel powers. really doesnt take me long to look.
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I suppose. Tell me if you need help, darling.
Thank you for this.
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[There's a long-ish pause - maybe five minutes - before he sends another message along.]
if there was a hypothetical vocal chord line-up, would you be able to identify yours? only no offence but i cant tell if these are yours or joe bloggs's.
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[There's another slight pause, during which he contemplates how badly it would reflect on him if he just left them outside her door.]
i'll bring them over.
what room number?
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[And then, bam! There's an angel there! Well, alright, it's not just like that - it takes longer than usual for him to arrive. All that flying gets tiring in this place. Also, he's holding up what looks (if one only glances) like a bagged goldfish from the fair in one hand, and looking a little sheepish. On closer inspection of what's actually in the bag, it is, in fact, a set of vocal chords. It's hard to tell, but they're Milla's.]
Uh. Room service.
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She flies (literally) to the door, TKing it open and clapping her hands together when she sees what he has. She leans forward, kissing both his cheeks in gratitude.]
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Hm. I think I could get used to this. Got anything else I can go fetch for you?
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She shakes her head, giving him a thousand-watt grin. You're giving her her voice back, Gabriel. That's better than anything else.]
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